DM Chapter 17
His penis hardened between Sarin’s ass and his upper body. The long, stretched-out penis next to her thigh clearly expressed sexual desire. Her lower body became uncomfortable. Owen effortlessly lifted Sarin’s waist and sat her on top of his penis.
“If you want to rub it, rub it here.”
Her body jerked in surprise. She distinctly felt something between her legs as she sat down. He wanted to turn and see her face.
“Please….”
In a voice filled with unbearable guilt, the kind woman begged, struggling with the realization that she was doing this with her sister’s man. The slight sob in her voice brought Owen’s head back to reality.
He had a better idea. Knowing that the longer he waited, the more satisfaction he’d get, he obediently released her waist.
“It was fun, and it made me feel better to think about something else.”
He still hadn’t satisfied his desires, but he felt better. Sarin gripped the table with both hands and pulled her ass away from him like she was running away. This was a man; she couldn’t let her guard down for a second. Even though she lacked experience, she understood the meaning behind it.
What was wriggling beneath her was different from the thigh that had been pressed against her own.
Sarin brushed her face with the back of her hand.
“The reason I don’t like rain is that I almost died when I was the youngest and most powerless.”
It rained a lot that day.
The climate in Ireland was unpredictable. After days of rain, the pool water was in a state akin to a cesspool, overflowing. Owen remembered the overwhelming hand that grabbed his head and slammed it into the water.
He was so weak that he couldn’t even resist.
He scratched his opponent with his fumbling hands, but there was no reaction.
A deep sense of helplessness overwhelmed him. The moment when the foul-smelling water flooded in was vivid, as if it were just yesterday. The headache, momentarily forgotten, struck his head again. Owen, who fiercely clenched his temples, stood up.
That was the end of it.
Since Sarin has shared her story, it’s only fair that he reciprocate.
Owen still hadn’t gone swimming. The helplessness still came to mind around this time, turning his stomach upside down. It wasn’t fear; it was the desire born from anger at coming back to life just before death and the unbearable urge to kill.
If he had strength, he wouldn’t have staggered so helplessly.
It became a valuable lesson for Owen as he grew up. To survive, one must have strength. He’d gotten to where he was today with the sole intention of picking off every last one of those things that got in his way and throwing them into that pool.
“Haa…. Who the hell….”
He jumped out of his chair, his headache returning after a brief respite.
Sarin impulsively asked the man, running her fingers over his cheek. There was something in Owen’s tone that told her it wasn’t an accident. The conflicting emotions of not wanting to know and wanting to know clashed within her.
Passing by her, Owen’s hand aimlessly skimmed over the table.
The barely-set table clattered to the floor.
With the sound of shattering dishes, thunder rumbled again.
Crash! Crash! Crash! Crash!
“…er.”
Faintly, it seemed like he responded. However, unable to believe what she heard, Sarin widened her eyes. Owen had already gone into the room, and only the dogs, who hadn’t been given permission to follow him in, were still whimpering in their spots on the couch.
My mother.
Sarin clutched her ears as if she wanted to tear them off. She hoped she had misheard.
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The rain continued relentlessly. It was the first time since Sarin came here that it rained for so long.
Owen’s condition became frighteningly worse. She realized this when there were no more plates to put something to eat on.
Their schedules still didn’t align. Sarin had to sleep at night, and he usually stayed awake at night. Perhaps he was awake during the day but chose not to come out.
In the past few days, an unspoken set of rules seemed to have developed between Owen and her.
Sarin’s day began with a walk with the whimpering dogs, unable to go far. After pouring dog food first and tidying the messy living room enough for a person to walk, she would retrieve some edible food from the refrigerator.
Unlike before, the quantity of food had started to decrease little by little. Every time she opened the fridge, she realized that the man in the room was still alive.
With no dishes, Sarin casually held a salad bowl that now mostly contained wilted greens. She looked at the three Dobermans leaping into the area she named the safe zone, a place she had swept and wiped. She admired the amazing brains of the dogs, who didn’t go beyond the cushions scattered from the window to the sofa.
Checking the clock, it was just afternoon.
It was boring and tedious. Watching the three dogs playfully bite and wrestle with each other on the table, Sarin closed her eyes for a moment.
She wanted to go inside and lie down on the soft bed. But she wanted to let the dogs play a little more here since they behaved when they were in her room. Maybe this was part of their training. Perhaps, even in Owen’s bedroom, the dogs behaved quietly.
“They’re so… smart.”
Smarter than humans.
Sarin’s eyelids gradually grew heavier. Now, even the dogs coming and going seemed like a hypnotic trance.
She had a lack of sleep because she kept listening to the sounds outside all night, raising her ears along with the dogs. If the man were to collapse, she would need to go out and check whether he was alive or dead. Many thoughts jumbled together in her mind.
As Owen’s golden eyes, consistently filled with a shimmering madness, came to mind, even in her half-asleep state, her shoulders trembled. Among the few people she knew in her life who had only been between the hospital and home, he was the person she knew the least about. He was frightening, insane, and definitely someone not to get close to.
That’s how she categorized him in her head.
She can’t help but think that her sister really risked her life to give birth to the child of such a dangerous man. He seemed like a man who would have no blood or tears, even if he had a child.
Ironically, the last words they exchanged weighed heavily on Sarin’s mind. He doesn’t like children. Or, more accurately, he doesn’t want any that share his blood.
If he really referred to his mother,.
Sarin let out a deep sigh.
“Hah….”
Owen doesn’t want anything that shares blood with him to exist.
That was the impression she got. Every time she spoke with her niece, she asked about her dad. She didn’t know what to say. The earnest plea from her little niece, who just wanted to hear her father’s voice, pricked her heart.
Various thoughts intertwined like tangled threads, and eventually, Sarin fell into a sleep as if she had fainted. The sound of the dogs’ footsteps echoed faintly, like a lullaby. Suddenly feeling a chill on her body, Sarin woke up abruptly from her sleep and felt a shadow cast over her head.
The sound of the dogs’ footsteps had stopped. Before looking up, Sarin first met the gaze of three pairs of eyes looking in her direction. The loyal eyes were not directed at her but slightly above, towards something else.
“Ah….”
She couldn’t find the right words to say.
“Did you sleep well?”
“It’s still afternoon….”
As her eyes tried to glance at the clock, Owen, who was standing next to her, pulled her chin with his hand to make her look directly at him.
“I didn’t hear you running around anxiously.”
Usually, it was time to eat and go inside, but it seemed quiet outside, prompting him to come out. They were paying attention to each other’s noises from their respective rooms. It was surprising that Owen could hear all the sounds she made.
“I dozed off for a moment.”
Owen’s face was grim.
While the amount of food had been decreasing slightly, it seemed like he had hardly eaten or slept, and in the past few days, his jawline had become sharper.
“Yuri will be back tomorrow.”
It was a statement that her normal life would resume. Though she wasn’t sure if her life here was normal,.
Sarin just nodded without saying anything. She wanted to go back to her room, but to do that, she had to push him away, close enough that their bodies would collide. It bothered her. Belatedly, she realized what had happened a few days ago on this dining chair, and her face lit up.
He looked down at her flushed cheeks, his eyes unconcerned. The heat was so blatant that the fingertips of the hand holding her chin could feel it.
“…What should I do with this?”
The end of the deliberately low voice was filled with frustration.
Words that left him in doubt even when he said them himself.
“Can’t you just send me back? If you give me my passport….”
The words suggesting she would leave on her own sounded vague. Owen bursts out laughing. Still with a face as if his head were about to split from a headache, he strengthened his grip on Sarin’s chin.
“No way, not when it’s this much fun.”
Even looking in the mirror, she couldn’t figure out what was amusing about her face, yet Owen consistently expressed it this way. It felt like a kind of mockery, reminiscent of the unpleasant teasing she endured as a child.
“I’m not having fun.”
Sarin said with an expressionless face.
Owen recalled her muttering to his dogs. She spoke to them in a language she couldn’t understand, perhaps her native language. There was no anger or resentment in it, but a certain kind of tenderness.
Animals are remarkably quick to recognize the moods of those close to them. His dogs were neither docile nor gentle; they didn’t obey anyone but him. Any new dog walker would quit after just a day, and if someone who didn’t please them tried to take the leash, they would bare their teeth.
Yuri, who was not particularly fond of dogs, had been dumped in a frozen riverbed, and it was clear that he did not like them.
They were not the kind of dogs that would wait for a woman to fall asleep, muffling even the sound of their footsteps.
