DM Chapter 27
“…You knew it. You knew!”
Sarin couldn’t even understand what she was saying. She reached out towards the glass lifted from Owen’s hand.
Just one sip. Then she could endure it. She can forget the headache and get intoxicated for a moment, escaping into her own solitary world.
“Well, then, I can amazingly find what’s broken.”
With the glass in hand, Owen walked towards Sarin. Their distance closed in an instant. All she could see from her seated position was his thigh. However, the glass didn’t make it into Sarin’s outstretched hand.
The glass barely grazed the tip of her nose, and soon the contents spilled entirely onto the floor.
She stared blankly at him.
Owen’s face was contorted as he looked down into her gray eyes.
Gambling and alcohol.
It became clear which side he was addicted to. Sarin was right; he’d known all along, but he’d dragged her back here.
Owen excelled at finding people’s weaknesses. He possessed the remarkable ability to know what people were most vulnerable to and what they desired.
He instantly recognized “it.”
“Ha….”
Her palm touched the damp floor. The alcohol, which had already vanished without a trace under the carpet, left only a lingering, pungent odor around Sarin’s nose. Unable to control the trembling in her hands, Sarin sighed.
“Well, I guess we have enough reason to sleep now.”
Owen’s eyes, fixed on the small, pale body trembling with fear, shone as sweetly as dripping honey. Pulling her down to the floor, he wore a satisfied expression.
Opening his suit jacket and reaching inside, his hand swiftly pulled out a rectangular cigarette case.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and leisurely drew in the smoke. The suit, expertly tailored to his body, subtly moved in harmony with the man’s breath.
“You have to answer.”
A thick cloud of white smoke drifted through Sarin’s gaze, briefly revealing and then concealing the man’s face. Everything around him seemed to flow around him as if he were the center. The loud sounds of slot machines and the dealer’s voice faded away.
Everything that had just happened felt like a dream, given the neat appearance of a person who had been covered in blood moments ago. A white handkerchief with a new, clean appearance was tucked into his chest pocket, and platinum cufflinks neatly gripped the cuff ends. The diamond- and sapphire-encrusted watch of the same material captivated attention.
Beneath it, a straight finger, the index finger, wore a rosary ring that showed signs of age.
Between the yet-unwashed fingers, remnants of alcohol dropped, tap, tap, onto the floor.
“…Why are you doing this to me?”
It was Sarin who had come to him all the way to Eden City. As if unable to answer, Owen smirked. Sarin, too, laughed along, her mind overwhelmed with a mix of relief at having everything exposed and a sense of despair, not knowing what would happen next.
Deceiving the god of Eden City was inherently impossible. However, the man seemed accustomed to destroying all ideologies and establishing order as he pleased.
The coexistence of good and evil.
The contradiction between transgression and repentance.
Maybe that’s why she’s pinning her hopes on him.
Her mouth went dry. The lump in her throat ached as if it would crack. From the blurred gaze, he threw off the jacket carelessly, then bent toward Sarin after tossing it to the ground. She turned her head to avoid his face, which was now closer.
The straight-tip shoes made of soft calf leather glistened with a sheen. It was only when looking at the sleek tip of the Oxford shoe, adorned with a sleek toe cap, that she could finally gather her thoughts.
“Who told you to look at me with those eyes, anyway?”
As Owen extinguished the cigarette that had been in his mouth by brushing it against the carpet, circular cigarette marks remained. He slipped a hand under Sarin’s armpit and lifted her up, then walked away as if nothing had happened, with his arms around her buttocks.
With each step she took, Sarin felt dizzy.
So she closed her eyes, not knowing if she was even breathing or if she had stopped. Otherwise, the queasy sensation might have led her to retch.
Before long, the sound of a car door opening echoed, and she found herself in that place.
“Where….”
As she barely opened her eyes, the view she saw in front of the car window was of the hotel. Perhaps Owen had seen her standing here before.
“I don’t think you’d want to have sex while looking at a fucking face similar to mine.”
Pavel must still be in the suite. Owen had told Yuri to keep him from moving up there. The hotel room that others have used would be unacceptable to him.
“I… don’t have the intention to do such a thing.”
Her head hurts. The moment the ambiguous relationship with this man was redefined, a shiver ran down her spine.
Owen was not involved with her sister in any way. However, now there was Hayan between him and her.
Despite Sarin and Irin being twins, she never suspected that there was another pair of twins. Such a story couldn’t be found in her sister’s diary. Even if Irin knew, she might not have admitted it. Just like herself right now.
“Oh, really? You sounded too wet for that.”
At that moment, the overpowering body of the massive man, along with the penetrating sensation as he spread her thighs and thrust inside, was felt directly between my legs.
“Ah!”
She leaned towards the side, surprised by the hand pulling the safety belt across her.
Clunk.
Even after fastening the seat belt, Owen’s body remained motionless. From the outside of the thigh, where the belt was fastened, his hand slid in.
Between Sarin’s parted legs.
“Isn’t that right?”
The bitter scent of the cigarette he had just smoked lingered on his breath. As the man’s hand unabashedly explored between her legs, pressing on intimate areas, her lower abdomen tensed. The hotel bellboy was waiting for the car to leave with a friendly smile.
Inside the dimly tinted sedan, Sarin felt her intimate area warming up.
Whether it was due to the excessively high body temperature of this beastly man or the embarrassment causing it to moisten again, she couldn’t tell. Before other thoughts could dominate her mind, Owen had already shaken her into a mess.
Slowly, now irreversibly tangled up.
“Fuck, you’re going to wet the seat.”
A vulgar curse lingered obscenely in her ears. She shuddered at the obvious pleasure in his voice. Owen’s fingers rubbed slowly, blatantly, between her legs. As her lower abdomen tightened and relaxed, the lower part also twitched accordingly.
With his hands there, she could clearly feel it.
Panties and pants could no longer be obstacles. In the narrow seat, Sarin’s thighs involuntarily constricted around his hand, making it impossible to evade.
“I-it’s, it’s my fault, so the child…”
She asked him not to touch the last piece of her sanity, the child. She had to get some kind of promise from him. If Hayan was in danger, she wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer.
His hand slid deeper into her pants, pressing against the inside of her pussy. His lips tugged playfully at the tip of Sarin’s ear.
“Then I guess you’ll have to pay the price, right?”
As if he were stirring out between the legs, he sat right in the driver’s seat. As he adjusted his posture, the overwhelming aura of his body vanished, and the car steadied. Sarin’s face turned red. The bellboy standing in front seemed like he had noticed what had happened there.
Owen continued without paying attention to her gaze.
“They must be boarding the plane by now.”
“What?”
“I’ll take the child. So, it’s better for you to stay here, Ms. Lee Sarin.”
Everything happened in an instant.
The car pulled away smoothly and without a sound. It began to drive through the darkness, trampling over the snow piled up on the road, which hadn’t been cleared yet.
Sarin couldn’t tell how far ahead this man was looking. Covered by the silence that received no questions, she closed her eyes as if fainting.
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“Help me up.”
Pavel smiled and held out his hand to Yuri. His swollen left cheek was covered in puffiness up to the eyeball, making half of his face very disfigured. Pavel, who had been smiling at Yuri’s disgusted gaze, spat out a bit of blood as if his mouth had torn open again.
Yuck.
The wrinkles deepened on Yuri’s forehead as he stood silently.
Born in the same womb, their personalities were as different as night and day. Owen’s personality wasn’t particularly pleasant, but Pavel’s was no better. If you had to compare, Pavel, who could read what he was thinking, was better than Owen, who he couldn’t figure out.
In practical terms, Pavel, who utilized what he had to the fullest, was better off.
“Get up on your own.”
“Wow, did I break my jaw or something?”
Seeing the sudden swelling, it was possible. It would have been better if he had broken it completely, so he couldn’t open that mouth. If Yuri hadn’t stopped him, Pavel might have ended up spending his life eating and drinking with his lower jaw completely gone.
As Pavel staggered to his feet, his head rang, and his ears buzzed.
The Dobermans, who had been initially friendly to Pavel, now sent guarded glances and didn’t approach him closely.
