DM Chapter 29
As soon as his car arrived, the gates of the mansion, made of iron, opened, revealing the interior. The place was structured with a mansion, stables, and an annex without a garden. Sarin did not expect to find such a place in the midst of the pine forest.
How far had they traveled from Eden City?
Sarin got out of the car and stepped into the cold air. Having lived in Gangwon Province for a long time, she was aware of the unpredictable weather in the deep forest. No one came out to greet them; it seems that it might not be a place Owen visited frequently.
Approaching the front entrance, Owen turned the doorknob. Sarin, watching from behind, looked at the open door with puzzlement.
Seeing that the villa didn’t seem locked, he thought there would be someone inside. The pitch-black interior gave nothing away. From Owen’s penthouse and casino to here, surpassing the limits of what one might experience in a day, Sarin still felt disoriented despite having awakened.
“Come in.”
She knew what was coming. With an expressionless face, the man spoke softly from the top of the stairs, his gaze coldly fixed on her. With not a single gap for a needle to slip through, one side of the door was already firmly shut, blocking any escape route and remaining distinctly open and inviting.
He urges her to step into his crotch with her own feet.
“If you don’t want to cry because your mouth is all torn up from sucking cock all day,”
At the savage words expressing a willingness to devour even through other openings, the thought crossed his mind that this man might indeed carry out such an act.
Leaving the door open, he entered first. The pitch-black darkness seemed to swallow her large body whole. The night in the woods was unbearably cold. Her lips were parched. She already felt short of breath and had to take a few deep breaths.
Owen saw her perfectly as the object of desire. She knew she was becoming haggard while taking care of her mother. In such a life, dressing up was a luxury, so she tied her hair tightly and didn’t even bother with makeup. Every time she looked in the mirror, she saw the vitality draining from her face, which was horrifying.
Despite Mrs. Hong’s fondness for Hayan, she sarcastically remarked that Sarin’s youth was fading away as she cared for her sick mother and now her sick niece.
“I’ve never bloomed once.”
Whenever she heard those words, she couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
Unintentionally, a sound escaped from her frozen lips. It was too easy for someone who was mediocre to fall to the floor. The gigantic beast within had easily peered into her depths with just a few words and a few drops of alcohol.
Now that everything was exposed, she decided to carry only one calm feeling with her.
Sarin took slow steps, carefully climbing the stairs one by one to avoid slipping. As she ascended the last step, she realized she was wearing indoor slippers. Simultaneously, a hand extended from the slippery marble floor grabbed her wrist, effortlessly guiding it back to its place. Her tilted gaze was met.
“…I will do it.”
Sarin spoke without context.
To prevent immediate retraction.
Golden eyes glowed in the darkness. Like a predatory fish, waiting for the chance to open its jaws and devour her at any moment.
She wasn’t naive enough to not know what it meant to be wet down there.
Her last shred of reason clung to the thought of her sister, and she held it up like a good shield.
After all, what she intended with this man was neither distant love nor affectionate actions. She didn’t desire such things. And then everything became easy for Sarin.
With Owen’s mockery of her naivety shattered, only one thing remained.
“We’re going to have sex. You and I.”
She had fallen to the very bottom. Crawling up from there, she found herself in an even deeper pit, waiting for her. Temptation was everywhere. She had never known a deeper pit than the one she was in—a precarious place where everything could fall apart the moment she stepped on it.
She was weak, unable to resist her desires and urges.
If she had been stronger, she wouldn’t have ended up like her stepfather. She relied on alcohol, ran away, and finally broke down, barefaced, in front of Owen.
“So why do you think we came all the way here? Obviously, to fuck.”
Owen smiled sweetly.
What a nasty man. His assertive voice, without a hint of hesitation, strangely brought relief.
She was convinced he was the only one who could mess her up completely, much like the day she drank herself into a stupor. Suppressing a wavering laugh, Sarin’s hand was captured by Owen, who pulled her into the mansion.
The dim mansion interior was silent.
Sarin, not accustomed to the darkness, stumbled, and Owen let go of her hand and walked forward.
Thud.
Pressing the button next to the fireplace, flames flickered upward from below. The fire burns at a steady, steady pace. The crackle of the fire and its distinctive scarlet glow instantly brightened the room. There, with his back to her, stood Owen.
The elegant living room, unlike the suite, evoked thoughts of the Renaissance era seen in movies. The fireplace was piled high with uneven, differently colored stones, and bookcases lined the walls above and to the sides.
Instead of a carpet on the floor, there were animal furs, and the living room was filled with a plush-looking rocking chair and an oversized buffalo leather sofa that could comfortably accommodate several adults. The massive mounted deer head facing the fireplace directly was striking.
It seemed vividly lifelike.
Click.
At the metallic sound, Sarin turned to her side.
Owen, who had taken off his watch and placed it behind the fireplace, was watching Sarin carefully as she looked around. His silk shirt tightened as he moved, and the attention to detail was notable. While the man slowly unbuttoned his cuffs on the wrist, Sarin had no time to reconsider her choice.
Unblemished black hair clung to the man’s cheek. Through the strands, an overtly direct gaze followed Sarin’s movements.
“Undress.”
“Oh.”
“That must be the only clothing here. I am not confident of taking it off properly.”
He warns that he will tear her clothes apart. Her attire was a mess, the same as when she returned after walking the dogs. Sarin’s fingers kept slipping on the buttons as she unfastened her coat. She shivered, like she was taking off her coat for the first time in her life.
As she raised her head, a black shadow approached with sleeves rolled up, and the prominent veins on the forearm were the first to catch her eye.
“What era is this?”
Creak.
Sarin’s sweater was instantly lifted above her head, and the shirt underneath was torn apart. The quite ample breasts held up by the bra were exposed to Owen’s gaze.
Between the partly torn shirt, the cleavage appeared, and a large hand roughly rubbed her chest without any restraint.
“I’m going to rub my cock between these.”
The creamy softness of the flesh against his palm made his mouth water. He hated sweet things. But this one made him wonder what it tasted like. The sensation of the unfamiliar touch made Sarin push him away, but she was a beat too late.
She grabbed Owen’s exposed wrist.
The woman who boldly declared she would have sex seems to have disappeared, and now, trembling, she looks as if one would want to firmly grasp and subdue her.
“Are you excited? To the point of shaking like this? I hope I meet Ms. Lee Sarin’s expectations.”
He squeezed her breasts and rubbed them in slow, rounded motions through her bra. His thumb pulled out Sarin’s nipple and pressed on it as if scratching. One side of her ass twitched. Her nipples, which had never been stimulated in this way before, stood up straight and hard, like they did every time she took a shower on a cold day.
“Uh… it feels strange…”
This is weird.
Sarin squirmed in place. Her ass rubbed against the fluffy fur on the floor. Owen removed his hands from her creamy breasts. He stuck his tongue out and licked his lower lip, blatantly enjoying the strangely flushed cheeks looking up at him as he sat back. His hands unbuckled his pants.
The sensation of the small, plump nipple lingered on his fingers. When he pulled down his drawers in one motion, his huge, weapon-like cock rose with a single thud.
“You’re sitting in a good position for sucking.”
Sarin blinked. Gray eyes disappeared and then reappeared between her eyelashes.
Thrill pierced his spine that he almost cummed all over her face without even touching her lips. Owen furrowed his brow. There was no restraint in this face.
He’d never been able to restrain himself in the first place.
He held his cock at an angle, close to Sarin’s face. In one hand, he held his cock, which extended well beyond the length of Sarin’s face, while the other hand was in her hair. Inevitably, her face came into contact with Owen’s pole.
The glans, already moist, smeared directly onto her eyelashes.
“Mmm.”
The pungent smell of rawness filled the air. Surprised by the warm and soft sensation on her face, Sarin’s eyelashes were momentarily taken aback as Owen moved his hips. The tip of the pole was well past Sarin’s head. Her frantic lips touch below his testicles.
“Stick your tongue out and try licking from there. Start with that.”
