Chapter 22
“Haa.”
Owen groaned and craned his neck back.
His throat gurgled loudly. The saliva that pooled in his mouth and ran down his throat made a sound similar to eating something. Something so delicious, so close to his mouth.
Something he knew would be good even if he didn’t have to stick his tongue out to taste it.
“Say something, huh? Say something in that language I don’t understand.”
The way Owen spoke, with his chin lifted, made it seem like he was standing and looking down at me. A language he didn’t know. Sarin uttered words that lingered on the edge of her mouth.
[Crazy bastard].
“Ha ha.”
The man laughs so loud it rattles his throat. His large hand skimmed roughly over his genitals, causing pain for anyone observing.
Sprinkle. Plop, plop.
Now Sarin felt she had tainted herself in the Eden City, a place where no decent person existed, with these outrageous happenings. This man demonstrated that anything was permitted here. He effortlessly crossed the boundaries that she had rejected as unacceptable for an elder sister’s man.
Her mouth felt dry.
The unknown heat coursing through her body was too hot.. While the man manipulated and touched his genitalia, blocking the urethral opening, it was clear he was the one doing it, yet her body was gradually becoming strange.
The sight of a huge man spreading his legs wide apart in front of her, fingering his genital with such ferocity that it was almost painful, was a sight she would never see again.
Owen’s face, now with a chilling aura, displayed an unprecedented relaxation.
His lips glistening, the color more reminiscent than usual.
Sarin couldn’t believe that the man who had left this place with a composed, seemingly unaffected face was now pleasuring himself in front of her with a worn-out expression.
Maybe it was a dream.
Maybe she’d fallen asleep while talking to her nephew on the phone and was dreaming of something like this.
“Hmph….”
Half a drop of saliva slipped between Sarin’s parted lips. She hurriedly removed her hand from her lap and ran the back of her hand over it.
A damp sensation.
Not a dream. This palpable sensation couldn’t be a dream.
“If you’re going to drool like that seeing my genitals, just spill it right here.”
His tongue, hollowed out from under his lips, points downward. Sarin stared at his organ, swollen from friction, his glans resembling a giant mushroom that the tips of his fingernails were clamping down on.
“Hmph.”
A surge of white fluid rushed through him as those sunken gray eyes looked down. He grabbed the middle of the pole and bent toward Sarin as if to urinate.
Phew.
A parabolic spray of white fluid lands at her feet.
It was only a few steps away. He shot his load against an invisible wall that no one had invaded, a few drops of white, cloudy fluid splashing onto his dark navy blue pajama bottoms. Owen’s hand still rubbed the pole roughly.
He squeezed every last drop of fluid from the tip of the root. The last of it eventually ran down the shaft and down his balls.
Neither of them broke the silence. Sarin couldn’t tear her eyes away from the thin pool of Owen’s bodily fluids at her feet. It’s a fishy smell she’s smelled before. The chestnut tree behind the house always smelled like this when it blossomed.
“Can I…go in?”
Owen stood up without answering. He stood erect, his shirt soaked with the undiminished size of his ejaculate. Seeing him approaching, Sarin stiffened her body. Whatever happens here, she can’t stop it.
The moment she caught her breath, he was on the floor, on one knee beneath the stool she was sitting on, and before she could say anything, his hot, wet lips were on her lap, tasting and sucking up his fluid.
“Mmmm….”
The strange sensation of her knees being sucked along with the fabric.
Unable to push Owen away, Sarin leaned her upper body against the back of the stool as far as she could, trying to pull away.
“I told you I wouldn’t lay a finger on you.”
”Could you use your mouth then? What an insane person”
She wanted to argue, but the words were stuck in her throat and wouldn’t come out.
When her lips completely detached, Sarin stood up and walked into her room and locked the door without looking back.
Owen’s ears perked up at the sound of the lock turning. He didn’t care that his knees were soaking wet with fluid as they touched the floor. His gaze from the closed door very slowly found the scent of Sarin.
A darkened spot on the purple stool caught his eye. Owen ducked his head again and put his nose to it. He buried his face in it when he felt the slightest hint of wetness. He breathed it in until his lungs swelled and burst, never having breathed so deeply and loudly in his life.
“Damn, you smell good.”
He said in a husky tone, but anyone who would listen was already on the other side of the door.
Sarin crouched down with the door behind her back.
The snug underwear was uncomfortable against her dampened buttocks. Running her hand down, it touched the wet area between her thighs within the pajamas.
“This is insane.”
Maybe it’s not the man who’s crazy, but her. As soon as she touched the bottom, it became sensitive and throbbed. She remembered the old ladies in the neighborhood giggling and making crude jokes whenever they smelled night primrose, and she didn’t know what they meant then, but now she does.
Irin had a few boyfriends during her college years. Sometimes, when our mom was feeling well enough to come home from the hospital, she would flip the blanket and talk about her boyfriend.
Though Sarin never entertained the idea of dating, as it seemed to drain her energy, she couldn’t deny the beauty of Eirin’s wide smile. Cheering her sister on, wishing her to do what Sarin couldn’t, she hoped that if she ever entered a relationship, she’d have a face like that.
“What do I do now?”
Today there was distance between them, but who knows what will happen tomorrow.
He did as he said, wiggling his genitals in front of her eyes without touching it. From the moment he crouched like a beast, sucking on her knee, Sarin was completely blank and gasping for air. If he’d touched it, she wouldn’t have been able to get away as soon as this was over.
The hand that had reached down was now rubbing her own knee, the sensation of his lips lingered vividly.
Realizing that, she hurriedly removed her nightgown. The maids had collected the soiled clothes and thrown them away, but Sarin hadn’t been able to bring herself to put them in the trash. This time, however, she didn’t hesitate to throw them into the trash can.
She could still smell his scent on her body. Wearing only undergarments, Sarin glared at the trash can and hurried to the bathroom.
Once she washed herself in the hot water, she hoped the traces of man would have been washed away.
The locked door silently opened.
Sarin, who had been napping nervously the entire time, was awakened by the sound of the door closing.Even in the darkness, a large shadow loomed. She should have shouted at him, questioning what he was doing, but strangely, her throat felt tight.
Though his face was not visible, she keenly sensed that he was now grinning beneath her legs.
The blankets at her feet lifted and a huge body leaned down toward her, followed by a head burrowing through the covers as if a snake were crawling at her feet. Strong hands spread her knees and took up residence beneath her.
Hot breath touched on her freshly showered and cleaned panties.
“Hmm… ugh….”
“Did you wash already? I thought you slept wet.”
The voice sounded lustful and wet from inside the bunched up comforter.
Something wet licked over her panties. It slithered up and down the silk, quickly becoming damp underneath. I could feel the wet panties curling into the damp flesh inside as his pointed tongue darted in and out.
She still can’t move.
Sarin gasped and stared blurry-eyed at the unlit ceiling.
She couldn’t push away in any way. The heat from the lewd tongue sucking between her legs drove a strange, maddening thirst. An irresistible force gripped her thighs and squeezed. It squeezed hard enough to leave handprints on her skin.
Suck.
Tsk, tsk, a sound echoed as the panties fell around the edges.
“If it’s too much, go back to sleep. I just came in for a moment because I couldn’t f**k on the stool.”
“Ugh… huh….”
She tried hard not to think about it. Ignoring the concern that there might be marks even on the stool where she had sat, she pushed such thoughts aside. If she dwelled on that, she didn’t know how her mind would cope. The shame of considering such things was expertly pinpointed by this audacious man, making her body shudder with humiliation.
The image of Owen, wetting Sarin’s arousal, flashed before her eyes like a vision.
“Ah!”
Something blunt, nothing like a tongue, touched between her legs.
“Oh, no….”
It pressed menacingly against the top of her panties, as if trying to push in. Sarin’s gaze drifts down to the ceiling, and she sees a black shadow on her upper body. The blanket covering her shoulders had slid down.
His golden eyes glow with a cruel light, as if he’s about to do something.
“As long as I don’t put it in, it’s fine, right?”
At his nonsensical words, implying he would do anything as long as he didn’t penetrate, the solid wall she had built up inside her seemed to crumble. The thin panties might tear apart completely from his body part, exposing the inner flesh. The sensation of her own genitals tingling beneath his hot ministrations made it all too vivid.
