Chapter 21
It was only when it finally dawned on me that this man didn’t speak Korean that I spoke first.
“I didn’t know you were here.”
I should have just gone back to sleep and pretended I wasn’t thirsty or anything.
Today was another day when she wondered why the dogs hadn’t waited patiently for their owner.
“Are you done with your call?”
Owen gently swirled the transparent, amber-colored liquid in the glass on his knee with his wrist while asking. She could smell the alcohol here, so she rubbed her nose with her hand. She tried to feign nonchalance at the flat tone asking if the call was over.
“Yes.”
“Who was it?”
“Why do you ask?”
“He called me so affectionately. Hayan, was it?”
The hand holding the doorknob tightened. How many times had she called Hayan’s name?
“You must have misheard me.”
“Really?”
Owen repeated in a languid tone, and I gave him an inexplicable smile. Sarin’s attention was drawn to the amber-colored whiskey in his hand. The loose tie and three or four undone buttons on his shirt let her know he was quite drunk now.
As she was about to let it go, tilting her head as if passing by, Owen lowered his head and said, closing the door.
“Come here.”
She has never liked it when this man asks her to come over. But she can’t say no either. There was a strange sense of urgency in his words, as if he was holding her responsible for what would happen if she didn’t listen.
As she twisted her head to face the mirror, memories of Owen, who had made eye contact with her while she was cowering, came to her mind and her legs moved towards him.
She couldn’t sit on the couch with him.
Sarin paused at a precarious distance where he could reach out and still not touch her.
His gaze traveled from her head to her toes as if he were admiring her. Her nightgown, as thin as ever, was no shield. Her mouth went dry, as if she could feel him watching her through the nightgown.
Blue lay on the floor beside him on his right, Yellow on his left, and Pink, the lower ranking of the two, on the floor. She felt as if the lowest ranking person here was Sarin, herself.
“Drink.”
“…I can’t drink.”
“Ah.”
Owen’s eyes softened at Sarin’s words. After a moment’s hesitation, she took just one sip, swallowed, and turned her head, crossing her arms over her chest, as if protecting herself from the chilly sensation starting from her spine, even though the heating was surely working well.
“If you have nothing else to say….”
“Are you cold?”
“I think I have a cold.”
She shrugged, naturally.
Owen’s tone was gentle, but it could turn sour at any moment; she had seen and experienced many of this man’s unpredictable actions, common sense-less behaviors in a short time. He placed his drink down next to the couch, in front of his most faithful dog, Blue.
He sniffs at it, but Blue is not interested in it, much like Owen and was staring at Sarin.
Owen leans forward and rests his elbows on his thighs and covers half his face with his palms, staring up at her. His demeanor was that of a cat and a beast, as if he were about to leap out and nip at the nape of his opponent’s neck at any moment.
The golden eye flickered between his long fingers. The gap between the ring the man wore for patience and the eyes that showed no patience at all matched him creepily.
“Sarin.”
When her name came out of Owen’s mouth, Sarin raised her fingernails to erase the goosebumps on her exposed skin. Responding felt like crossing an irreversible river. Her toes curled in her slippers, instinctively wanting to get away from this place.
“Because my conservative dog walker freaks out at the slightest touch.”
Owen said in a relaxed tone, licking the alcohol off his lower lip. His palm rubbed lightly over her right thigh. With his senses wide open, he observed each of Sarin’s two differently colored eyes, waiting for her next response.
He remembered the time she’d sat crotch-apart on his thigh, riding him, rubbing hotly downward. He could see the blush on Sarin’s face, and her lips trembled slightly, as if she wasn’t sure if she was ashamed or embarrassed.
“Why….”
Sarin bit her lip as the trembling voice echoed through the room. It was as if her unsettled emotions were being revealed by the sound.
Ziiip.
Lowering the zippers of his suit, Owen blatantly spread his knees apart. Sitting up, he rubbed his fingertips and palm lightly between them. The lower region gradually gained more volume. My gaze unintentionally fixated on the swelling organ between the opened zipper.”
“Just stay there, I’m not going to touch you.”
Her slender ankles move as if she’s going to run away.
Her slender ankles move as if desperately trying to escape. He enjoys hunting on private grounds, and seeing such slender legs, he feels a twisted desire to chase and break them. The woman seemed precarious from the start, as if chased from somewhere, appearing like a young beast cornered at a dead-end alley.
“What are you trying to do?”
His hand reached into his drawers and pulled out something heavy and bulging. It looked like he was pulling a bat from between his legs. Sarin, who had never actually seen a genitalia of man, shrank back in horror.
“Just.”
The harmless smile he wore was mind-numbingly bright.
Without looking back, she stumbles backwards, tripping over a stool and falling onto it. His penis curved to the left, resting at an angle above his navel. Larger than my forearm, it looked more like an animal in heat or ferocity than a human sex organ.
A thin layer of softly colored epidermis wraps around the man’s shaft.
Bluish veins pulsate along with the tip, round like a fist-sized mushroom. Pre-cum, moistening it, had already made it slightly wet. As Sarin’s gaze felt, foam and transparent fluid from the opening collected on the man’s fingers, gripping the organ.
“Thought I’d jerk off to your pretty face.”
He said.
Owen’s calm gaze, unlike the sinister event unfolding below, confused Sarin.
Her mind blanked out, unable to escape the leisurely, stroking gaze. The unspoken warning from the man, indicating that merely moving wouldn’t be the end of what she saw, lingered in her senses.
He was a man with a ruthless temper who would do what he wanted.
His jawline was still sharp, and a few days away from the world hadn’t changed his personality, which had spent most of his life ruling. The same maniacal gaze that had cut my hair with a razor on my first day here and laughed into the mirror.
”I mustn’t move.I can’t look away from him.”
She took a deep breath. The air smelled pungent and savage.
Her eyes narrowed. The heat was so overwhelming that it covered her eye sockets. She can’t help but let her eyes scan Owen’s body at the sight of him in all his lustful glory. Only his upper body was disheveled. The only thing exposed was his penis, and the thought of what Owen would do with it now made her breath catch in her throat.
Sarin crossed her legs.
“It’s not like I’m doing anything to that extent. Can’t we enjoy this much?” Maintaining a distance where they didn’t touch each other’s hands, Owen skillfully used an alternative approach while subtly crossing the line, neither clearly overstepping nor staying within bounds.
As he reddened, his eyes focused on Sarin’s neck, which looked like it would burst if bitten. The anticipation of what would happen when he sank his fangs in made her breathless. Owen’s gaze traveled down to the area between my crossed legs, tingling wickedly.
“Ah.”
Owen gripped his genitalia with his palm, raising his thumb sharply to stimulate the tip, and he let out a low moan. Even though Sarin wasn’t directly provoking his opening, her shoulders trembled in tandem with his movements.
She turns at an awkward angle, neither looking at him nor not looking at him.
Owen’s head tilted as he watched her. Before he could ask her to look this way, he realized she had a nice straight neckline, so he let it go.
Chuck. Chuck.
The pole, soaked with pre-comms, made a rubbing sound.
All eyes, even the dogs’, were on Sarin.
It took a moment to ejaculate, and then Owen made a slow, lazy motion with his wrist.
“Spread your legs.”
She turned her head to the side, unable to spit out a response, her short hair brushing gently against the nape of her neck, and Owen licked his lips. If he could just run up to her, throw her on the floor, and tug at that dress, he’d find her ripe flesh as red as the nape of her neck.
His eyes glazed over at the feverish fantasies that raced through his head.
“It’s not like I’m asking you to pull down your panties and expose your ass, just spread your legs.”
He spat in a merciless voice, telling her to do it just like the day he had fervently observed between her legs while sitting on his thigh.
He obviously hadn’t moved a step from the couch, but it felt as if something was going to happen right now.
Out of the corner of Owen’s eye, he saw that Sarin had barely lowered the hand that was crossed in front of her chest. Her narrowed shoulders were pitifully thin.
Owen moistened his lower lip with his tongue.
His patience was short-lived. He could only hope that the incident in the abandoned building had alerted Sarin to it.
Sarin’s hand slowly grasped his knee, barely spreading her legs enough for a fist to fit in. As if wanting to tighten her knees again at any moment, her tightly pressed palms caused her body to convulse.
“My thighs feel like they’re being pinched apart.”
The stitching of the pajamas precisely divided the center, tempting an urge to tear them apart or just create a hole large enough for entry.
