Chapter 52
The man was reckless and violent.
Messily whispering incomprehensible words as he rummaged between Sarin’s legs, his fingers lingered on the spot where she had mentioned smelling of sweat over her clothes.
“Sigh.”
Owen’s mood felt infinitely heavy. Was it because of the owner of the fingers? He clung to her from behind, not giving her an inch of space, which was both irritating and comforting.
After pulling her out of the water, she couldn’t see his face, and she worried if he hadn’t been hurt or if he might have been injured during the rescue. Despite knowing that he wouldn’t worry too much, even if she were injured, as he wasn’t the type to take good care of his own injuries, she still couldn’t shake off the thought.
“Lies.”
Sarin, tilting her head forward to avoid Owen’s persistently pursing lips, said, “You’re lying.”
“What?”
“You can’t know without smelling it yourself.”
In that moment, she felt her waist being lifted from behind. Owen, throwing Sarin onto the bed, tore off his clothes frantically with a ferocious expression. She had only spoken to stop his vulgar words. Terrified, she moved away from the bedhead.
“You sure ask prettily for a blowjob.”
Owen’s finger roughly traced her lower lip. With a hunger that couldn’t be contained, he stared at Sarin as if she was a meal he couldn’t resist. Seeing his harsh gaze fixated on the rumpled blouse and the high-waisted skirt that had ridden up to her knees on the bed, she reached out and pulled down the skirt hem.
“You should pull it up more. Or take off your panties.”
Undoing the buckle of his pants, Owen said in a rough tone.
The once orderly man was now clumsily undressing. His disheveled hair evidenced it. Feeling a strange discomfort, Sarin turned her head away.
Owen’s bedroom was monochrome. There was only a bed and one side table, which didn’t come as a surprise given the man’s minimalist nature.
Understanding to some extent the personality of a man who didn’t keep unnecessary things around, Sarin felt that even the atmosphere of the bedroom resembled him.
“Ah!”
Sarin’s foot was pulled down.
With his knees wide apart, Owen grabbed her slender ankle with one hand and climbed onto the bed. He lightly touched the smooth ankle clad in stockings and caressed the area below the ankle bone with his fingers.
“Stop looking away.”
As he tightened his grip on her ankle as if to break it, Sarin looked at him urgently, fearing it might actually snap. He liked how her pale face looked against his own bed. Sarin’s body lay sprawled on the navy-colored bedding, with one leg raised.
Feeling as if she were already naked under his gaze, Sarin covered her face with both hands.
“Move your hands.”
He wondered how she had jumped back into the water after just one word from her.
“I wish you well.”
A silent laugh escaped Owen’s lips.
He positioned himself between Sarin’s legs. Her legs were spread so wide that her skirt threatened to tear.
“I… I want to shower.”
Her thin voice no longer reached his ears. Owen’s gaze traveled into the dark cavern beneath her skirt, and as he held her ankle and brought it behind his back, Sarin felt her calf stiffen, starting from her ankle.
His hand went unhesitatingly into her skirt. The stockings clung tightly to her skin.
“Whether you wash or not, it’ll just get dirty again.”
Sarin’s back, with fluid dried white, came to mind. With each gasping breath, the image of cum oozing from her pussy lingered. His mind was hot. It never left his mind, even in the moment when he was submerged in deep water. Maybe he had only thought of chewing even then.
Cutting off the fingers of blood-shared brother, taking another person’s life involved, Owen’s mind was still filled with thoughts of Sarin.
Rip.
The stocking tore from her thigh.
“Owen!”
Sarin involuntarily called his name. His thumb merely moistened her panties, but his fingertip was already wet.
“I really should shower.”
He said in a lowered voice.
Now that he had persistently coaxed Sarin to agree to shower, as if he had just achieved what he wanted, Owen’s thumb spread her wet flesh and teased above her hole.
Squelch, squelch.
His fingers were soaked enough to feed a few dogs. As Owen slowly lowered his upper body, Sarin lifted her head. Her eyes looked stunningly surprised. He wondered how she would respond if he told her that he wanted to fulfill those expectations.
Wetting her panties aside, he lowered himself between Sarin’s legs. Her knees naturally rose. She struggled to close them, her thighs trembling in vain. Holding his breath, he breathed heavily and openly.
“Ah…”
Her whole body stiffened. Feeling a stranger’s breath touching her most intimate place, Sarin’s body froze, though it was not the first time. She clenched her teeth to endure the unpleasant sound of slurping.
Owen persistently licked and sucked at the place where sometimes, when washing, her own touch had felt strange. The sensation was overwhelming, making her tongue taste something she shouldn’t. Unable to bear the squelching sound any longer, she bit her lip and endured. She tensed, wanting desperately to go to the bathroom.
“Stop… please… Stop… It feels like… I’m gonna… cum.”
Her voice was mixed with tears as Sarin pleaded, fearing she might make a mistake.
Suck, slurp, slurp.
As Owen sucked her lips, her lower region quickly became damp. Feeling soaked to the point where she wondered if she had peed herself, Sarin pushed her face away in a frenzy. With a grimacing face, Owen raised his eyebrows as Sarin, with a despairing expression, trembled and couldn’t bring herself to say anything.
Sobbing, Sarin’s fluids covered her face, colorless and odorless. The lack of taste or scent didn’t please Owen. He preferred it when his own dirty scent pervaded deeply inside her hole. Would seeing her struggling and messy finally satisfy his frustration?
“You’re not a kid. Why act like you need to be cleaned up?”
In response to Owen’s question, Sarin turned her head away, pretending not to answer. He grabbed her shoulder with both hands, then turned her face towards him, locking eyes persistently.
“You need to answer.”
“I… said I want to shower.”
Physiological tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn’t even reach out to wipe them away. If she did, her hand might touch the man’s face right in front of her.
“When have we ever washed before getting close?”
Owen echoed Sarin’s words back to her. Lost for words, she closed her lips. His warm lips enveloped hers gently yet firmly, his tongue slipping into the crevices.
She had no choice but to open her lips. Owen’s breath felt too hot right in front of her, almost forcing her lips apart. His tongue brushed against her throat. Strangely, her body tingled at the thought of the tongue that had just teased and taunted around her hole. He enjoyed such lewd kissing. It was as if he desired her lips, which had previously engulfed his genitals.
Sarin felt like she was gradually learning about Owen, but at the same time, a fearful sense of being unable to escape from him overwhelmed her.
“Hmm.”
“What can I do to make you happy? Is there something you want?”
The words were sweet and gentle. Owen asked in such a sweet tone that if she had closed her eyes and listened, she’d believe it was someone else, and then his massive cock slid between her spread legs.
She groaned at the pressure and sucked in a breath as he pushed her panties to the side, his cock brushing against the sensitive flesh of her inner slit, widening it menacingly narrow.
“I’m asking you.”
“No….”
Her mind went blank, suddenly terrified of Owen’s pressure. It’s a strange feeling to have just a moment ago. She could feel the tip of his glans rubbing against her still-open hole, and she gulped dryly.
“I’ve already fed you your favorite meal….”
The word “fed” almost escaped her throat. Sarin groaned and swallowed her voice. It felt like every time she said something, the man became more violent.
“Hah…. Not yet, it’s too big….”
She was about to plead that she hadn’t released enough inside.
Poof, the tip of the glans pushed Sarin’s flesh apart and pushed the tip in. Sarin gripped his forearms at the unfamiliar sensation as the elastic of her panties slid in with it. Her lips parted wide, not even realizing she was scraping her nails against his flesh.
Owen’s slow tongue licked up the saliva that trickled from the corners of her mouth and swallowed it.
“After all I’ve done for you as a dildo, you ask me what more do you want.”
It was frustrating. Owen nibbled at her bottom lip with his teeth, and she barely managed a whimpering moan.
“Ughh…. Just a little, slow.”
Owen’s cock was still throbbing against the tip of her panties, and when he paused, Sarin reached down and pulled them further apart. A low chuckle echoed in her ears. The wetness beneath her was unfamiliar between her fingers.
