Chapter 32
The shock doubled in Sarin’s mind as she felt the man devouring himself inside, leaving her utterly astonished.
Insane. This man was truly twisted.
How could he, after just having his c**k in her mouth, put it back in again? Disgusting.
Longer than the initial kiss, his lips stubbornly clung and withdrew more persistently as she resisted.
With a cough, her suppressed breath burst out, causing her to jerk her back.
“Cough, cough.”
Owen lightly tapped her dry back.
Only after the coughing fit subsided did his lips become visible. Sarin didn’t want to know what it was. There was no one to ask whether sex was supposed to be like this. Clearly abnormal, yet the man’s face before her seemed natural.
“Is this… how sex is supposed to be?”
Sarin’s question, tinged with resentment, made Owen tilt his head. He looked at her with an unreadable expression.
“Well, I’ve never done it with anyone else.”
Sarin’s mouth fell open.
The shock hit her head like a sledgehammer, just like the time she couldn’t even dream of him being a twin like her. In an instant, her vision blurred. Owen lightly caught her as she collapsed sideways.
Being his first at this age, there was no rule against a man being a first-timer.
But still…
It was evident that Owen had learned sex incorrectly.
Sarin, with no strength left to rise, fell into a daze.
Owen ran his fingers through Sarin’s hair, gently stroking it, allowing it to flow through his fingers several times.
With only the sound of the firewood crackling, the silent dawn felt as dead as a mouse. Sitting on the couch, Owen gazed at the unconscious Sarin, naked as he was, for a long time.
The thigh, now pale and dried with bodily fluids, and the tantalizing nipple still peeking through the bra, caught his eye. The lower part began to ache again.
“You should wake up.”
He stretched out his hand to open her thigh, which she had turned away from him. Sarin twisted her body in surprise. No sound of labored breathing was heard from when he touched her hair. The careful exhales, fearing to wake her up, only stimulated Owen more.
“Ugh.”
As her body squirmed, something warm that had been pooling below trickled through the hole. She shivered lowly, feeling the sensation.
“Did you have a good dream?”
Still feeling his hand on her thigh, Sarin raised her head. The sensation pierced even her dreams vividly. Yet even after opening her eyes, she couldn’t distinguish between dream and reality, as the same thing repeated.
“You’ve made quite a mess here. It keeps coming out.”
Owen said as his hand, pretending to wipe, actually probed and teased inside.
“Stop… Oh…”
She woke up several times. Persistently, Owen’s penetration blurred the line between dream and reality. Her body was covered in his fluids. Each time he re-entered, semen overflowed and filled her.
As she felt movements from behind, Sarin seemed to resign herself and accepted the situation.
As his c**k entered and filled her, semen leaked out. Despite the exhaustion, her mind became clearer.
“Puuk.”
“What are you thinking?”
Owen’s hand slid under Sarin’s belly, lifting her to align with his c**k.
“Just… Couldn’t sleep well. Hmm…”
Owen’s lips touched Sarin’s neck.
She thought she heard his laughter.
Her body, warm and comfortable in his embrace, was utterly satisfying. He was the reason she couldn’t sleep. Whenever she moved slightly, he pushed himself into her tight hole.
“Why? Because it feels so good?”
The hand that held her waist moved up and grabbed her breasts.
The nipples, which had shriveled with each thrust, stood erect, which was cute. Embracing her, there was no pain from his penis penetrating and withdrawing, wrapped in such softness and wetness.
It felt much better than scratching and poking in her mind.
No wonder Pavel was obsessed with penetration.
For the first time, she somewhat understood these brothers.
And since they were born from the same famous lineage of penetration, it couldn’t be helped.
“Ugh.”
“How can you be so warm and soft?”
Just like her nature.
As Owen muttered, his eyes sank terrifyingly. As he moved his hips, her buttocks widened. Her legs spread weakly, accepting his c**k into her vag**a. With each thrust, she whimpered in pain.
“Ah… Huh, ah…”
Sarin realized that he wasn’t ejaculating for the sake of it, but simply moving for pleasure. Slowly but surely, he entered with a definite presence that sent shivers down her spine.
“Don’t tighten.”
Despite the wetness pooling in the hole every time Sarin exerted force, Owen chewed his lips and spoke.
The warmth covering her from behind was intense. Not knowing what to do, as she continued to whimper, Owen lightly nibbled her earlobe. Strangely, although she disliked the heat from another person, it felt warm and comforting. Being embraced by someone in such a state for the first time, Sarin’s neck felt ticklish.
“Uh.”
Slowly at first, then suddenly violently, he thrust inside. With her face buried in the carpet, Owen’s hot breath beside her ear sounded rough.
The most difficult part was now. As his swollen c**k penetrated her, Sarin couldn’t help but whimper mixed with tears.
“It feels like I’m being torn apart.”
The voice saying so still sounded joyful. Owen thrust deeply inside. He poured more semen onto the already swollen walls of Sarin’s insides. She could still feel the surface of his erect c**k throbbing against her inner walls, and a second wave slowly followed.
No wonder he couldn’t sleep.
“…Please stop.”
Sarin said with a feeble voice. But Owen’s body still covered her. She was afraid that if she moved away from the warmth behind her, the sense of loss after the warmth subsided would crush her heart.
During the short night, Sarin realized the loss of the warmth of another person. Then, she found solace in Owen’s touch, but woke up again.
She couldn’t sleep. Not as long as he touched her.
She had never experienced such intimacy with another person before, and she couldn’t ask anyone about it. She couldn’t ask this man even more. Was this act supposed to be this lonely?
“Well…”
Owen replied ambiguously, then kissed Sarin’s shoulder. His hair brushed softly against her cheek. Their scents mingled. His scent was slightly stronger.
Woo woo woo.
A beast’s cry came from outside.
Startled by the sound so close, Sarin recoiled, and Owen licked his tongue uncomfortably. He lifted her limp body. As if knowing what or who had interrupted this intimate moment, he withdrew himself from Sarin.
“Ugh…”
As he withdrew his c**k and the pent-up fluid burst out like a flood, Sarin couldn’t help but emit a moan at the sensation of relief. Owen, completely pulling away, gently stroked her head as she made those sounds, then got up to dress.
In the sudden turn of events, Sarin struggled to prop herself up with just her hands.
She had to grit her teeth so hard that she worried her waist might bend or break. With a puzzled expression, she looked at Owen, who only wore pants without underwear, as he approached the fireplace. He then retrieved the shotgun hanging above it.
Click.
Startled by the sound of him loading the bullets after checking them, Sarin widened her eyes.
“Every time like this, you look at me as if you don’t know what I might do to you, Lee Sarin.”
It was just instinctive fear. Still, considering it not entirely incorrect, Owen smirked as Sarin avoided his gaze. He roughly stuffed the old cigarette and lighter from the fireplace into his pants pocket and moved.
She couldn’t ask where he was going.
As the closed front door opened, the cold morning air swept through the warm interior. Shivering from the approaching cold, she realized she was fully awake. By the time she came to her senses, the door was already closed, and Owen was gone.
She couldn’t know what was happening outside while she was like this.
“This is driving me crazy…”
She was completely awake now. Having repeatedly woken up from dreams tormenting her even in her sleep, it seemed unlikely she would fall asleep again. Most of all, she didn’t want to sleep alone in this place. She got up from the bed. A lump dripped down her legs from the loosened vag**a.
