Chapter 34
The sound of running water continued from the bathroom adjacent to the kitchen.
Considering Owen’s personality, Sarin thought he would just ignore whatever she was doing in the kitchen and go to the bedroom or do something else.
“Sigh…”
As Sarin’s thoughts reached that point, a deep sigh escaped her lips.
In the end, she put down the spoon she was about to use for the yogurt and picked up the first aid kit placed across from her like the food.
Put it where it’s visible. Then he’ll figure it out.
As she approached the bathroom, she immediately placed the first aid kit right in front, just as she had done before Owen’s visits.
Thunk.
As she tried to straighten her sore back, the bathroom door opened. Steam rushed out onto her face. As her legs lost strength, she ended up sitting awkwardly on the floor facing the man’s lower body.
She instinctively tried not to look up as she shifted her buttocks backward. She suppressed the urge to scream from the dull pain radiating from below. Owen looked down at Sarin’s scalp, chuckled softly, and lightly tapped the first aid kit with his foot.
“You were doing something unnecessary. I thought you were coming in to shower together.”
“It doesn’t seem entirely unnecessary.”
Blood was dripping from his fingers onto the wooden floor.
The vivid red color contrasted sharply against his pale skin.
“Is that so?”
Owen lazily replied to her, his eyes half-closed. The moisture that hadn’t been wiped away clung to his body and flowed down with the blood.
His blood-stained hand gently pushed Sarin’s forehead as she sighed. Her gaze lingered on the area between his legs, where his genitals were still extended, seemingly reluctant to retract.
It was almost unbelievable that something so ominous had entered her. She struggled to look at Owen’s belly button.
“Could you… move it down a bit?”
”Cover it or push it down.”
With an awkward expression, she made her request, causing Owen to raise his bare shoulders in surprise.
“After one more bandage, I think it’ll be okay.”
He looked down at her face, which was turning red with embarrassment beneath his crotch. Even though she was mixing flesh and confronting him, she still felt embarrassed—it was intriguing.
As Sarin hesitated to get up, Owen reached out with his uninjured hand towards her. Reluctantly, Sarin took his hand and stood up, then passed him to enter the bathroom. Inside, she found a large bathrobe that didn’t fit her and brought it out.
“Put it on.”
“It’s bothersome, really.”
Since he would probably undress and roll around again anyway.
Even with Owen’s words, Sarin stubbornly insisted. It amused her to see him flustered, so she decided to go along with it. Carrying the first aid kit and stumbling into the kitchen, she followed him. Drops of water and blood fell steadily where he had passed.
Once Sarin set the first aid kit on the table, Owen casually glanced at the yogurt and nuts placed beside it.
“Give me your hand.”
The wound wasn’t too deep, just bleeding a lot from being caught in the trap. But seeing Sarin’s face, which was swollen with bruises, Owen thought it was peculiar as he extended his injured hand.
Opening the first aid kit and pouring antiseptic, Owen’s hand in hers didn’t even flinch. It seemed almost numb. Sitting at the dining table, he propped his chin on his hand and stared intently at the side of Sarin’s face.
“We couldn’t go to the hospital for minor injuries like these.”
Her stepfather used to hit her mother whenever he drank.
Sarin and her sister learned how to treat such wounds from a young age, applying ointment to their mother’s injured body. Becoming accustomed to it made it all the more terrifying. Her mother, who endured the pain despite the wasted hospital bills, spent her final moments in the hospital.
She was only concerned because the man, who used to walk around even with an injured foot, might bother to take care of his hand. Trying to rationalize it, Sarin tightly wrapped the bandage.
“That’s strange. How can you be so stupidly kind?”
He lightly squeezed his healed hand and spread it out, facing Sarin.
“It’s not stupidly kind. It’s just something I can’t ignore. It makes me uneasy inside.”
Owen chose to let the deer caught in the trap go instead of killing it, even though he was injured. He said his hand let go of the deer whether it went back to the wild and lived or died. Knowing that Sarin would also treat it, nothing would change.
After replying like that, he sat across from her, took the yogurt, and put it in his mouth. Finally regaining her appetite from the sour taste, Sarin quickly ate to satisfy her hunger.
“If you’re hungry, you become sensitive, right?”
“Well, something like that.”
She was close to asking about Pavel but didn’t. Sarin, who had finished eating the yogurt, went back to the fridge to see what else was there. Owen took out a ripe apple from the fruit basket on the table and brought it to his mouth.
Sarin chose a salad with chicken breast, excluding dishes that needed to be heated, as she needed to fill her stomach right away. Seeing her bring a fork and sit down as if it were her own home, Owen burst into laughter.
It was amusing to Sarin how quickly she grasped things about the owner of this place, even though she didn’t know where she was. She hesitated for a moment after skewering only chicken breast with her fork. With a kind heart, Owen put down the apple he was eating and said, “Ask. I feel like answering now.”
Once again, she wanted to bury herself in that warm place. Owen watched Sarin eat leisurely. He, too, felt hungry, but unlike Sarin, he waited for her to fill her stomach.
“…Who is that person?”
“Pavel?”
“Is he really your…?”
“Twins. Born from the same womb but hardly met. Is he different from that side?”
“Oh.”
“I won’t bother looking for that lineage even if he dies.”
Having a mirror-like face yet treating him completely like a stranger, it was eerie for Sarin when Owen hit the man named Pavel. She unconsciously covered her still swollen cheek, but it felt strange. It wasn’t her who got hit by Owen, but Pavel.
And strangely, she remembered that Pavel got hit in the same spot as her.
Just a coincidence.
Seeing Sarin’s hand, which had been stabbing the chicken breast, stop, Owen narrowed his eyes. As he got up from his seat, Sarin saw the gown’s front slit slipping down. A dry swallow passed.
As the man approached the table, Sarin, unable to avoid him, asked, “Are you done eating?”
The tip of his c**k, which was already protruding between the slits, looked especially red.
“Not yet…”
“How much do you have to eat to fill your stomach?”
As Owen looked at Sarin’s shirt, trying to gauge her comfortably bloated stomach, he asked. He ran his finger through the traces of yogurt at the corner of his lips and brought it to his mouth. His face turned red as if the act of feeding had a different meaning.
“I really… can’t.”
“If you can’t walk, I’ll carry you.”
“My lower body hurts…”
“Have you touched it?”
As Owen gently caressed the back of her neck, he asked, “Did you wash it and feel it below?”
”I was surprised at the intense pain when I touched it. Even after washing it all, every time I moved, semen oozed out from below, and I had to remove what was left with my fingers.”
When she first put her finger inside her vagina, it felt different from what Owen had put in, and she was shocked. It was amazing how something like that could fit into such a narrow space.
“Owen!”
Sarin urgently called his name. It felt like there was heat emanating from the genitals right nearby. Did she know what was coming out between her legs, or was it the inevitable smell of semen that was already stinging her nose?
Startled by the aggressive male charging towards her with that primitive scent not hidden, she screamed in horror. She hadn’t even realized that she had called his name.
“If you call me, you should say what it’s about.”
Their eyes met.
The sharp golden-black frame that seemed to suck her in like a black hole made her bones tingle.
“Uh, wait a minute….”
After clearing the things on the table, Owen put his hand under Sarin’s armpits and lifted her up. Sarin, who had just been lying where she had been eating, kicked her legs.
The sound of the buckle coming loose made her tightly shut her eyes. As her white buttocks, which were not wearing underwear, were exposed to his view, he immediately inserted his thigh between them to spread her legs.
As he breathed on the cold marble, the faint breath disappeared. His hand was holding Sarin’s hole.
“It’s stiff.”
There was no trace of what she had wiped. Owen’s voice was filled with regret. His fingers explored around the vagina. As he rubbed against the swollen clitoris that had gained weight overnight, her sensitive body responded even though she tried to endure it.
“Uh….”
“Did you put your finger in and out of the vag***?”
It would have been wet enough to put it in right away.
He quite liked the sight of the cloudy fluid flowing between Sarin’s legs. It was as if he couldn’t bear to let it come out anymore and wanted to feed it more through the small hole. He couldn’t help but twist and block the inside tightly so that it couldn’t come out multiple times.
“Are you afraid of getting pregnant?”
Sarin’s thin shoulders flinched at the soft laughter. He deeply bent his upper body from behind her. She shivered at the behavior similar to the first time they joined together like animals. As Owen pressed down on her sore back and leaned in deeply, he kissed Sarin’s forehead.
