Chapter 63
The round end of the candy brushes against the clit like teasing the nipple.
Owen’s large and imposing upper body leaned in very close to confirm Sarin’s underwear with his eyes. The dress shirt stretched tightly around his body, as if it would burst, without a single wrinkle.
“Damn, no wonder this color was pulling me,” Owen said, almost chewing his words.
The low saturation of the candy’s color matched Sarin’s intimate flesh. As they searched for the peculiar taste, uncontrollable laughter flowed out like a whimper.
“Owen…” Sarin murmured with a fading voice, unsure if it was a moan or her name.
Sarin’s lower abdomen tightened as she realized Owen was grinning at the sight between her legs. A transparent fluid trickled down her perineum, decorating the glass of the vanity table.
“It melts in your mouth just as well,” Owen remarked.
Unlike when it passed through the skin, the candy kept slipping from Sarin’s genitals, mixed with her fluid, softly caressing her lower parts.
“Maybe it’s because it’s so wet,” Sarin whimpered.
At Owen’s words, Sarin flinched, her fingertips holding the edge of the vanity turning white. A subtle blend of cherry and body wash scents teased Owen’s nose, making him dizzy with anticipation.
After swirling the candy around in Sarin’s fluid, Owen gently sucked it into his mouth.
Then, without moving his head, he positioned himself between her legs and rolled the candy around with his tongue.
“D-don’t eat it,” Sarin reached out to take the stick from Owen’s mouth. Her fingers gripped the thin, white stick.
*Snap.*
The sound of the candy being pulled out of his mouth echoed obscenely, sounding similar to the sound of Sarin’s arousal, making her face blush even redder.
There was no excuse to hide in the darkness. The bright dressing room lights laid everything bare under his gaze.
Holding the candy in her hand, she turned her head away.
“Here or there, isn’t this what I suck on every day?”
Owen’s lips bit into the candy she was holding, then he pressed his finger firmly against the center of her named pussy. The thick lower hole eagerly swallowed his finger as if waiting.
“Ah!”
The stick that was hanging precariously on his fingertip finally fell off. As he rolled the candy in his mouth, he teased and prodded Sarin’s tight and hot slit.
*Click, click.*
Sarin’s hips twitched on the vanity table. Looking at her shaking her head wildly while holding Owen’s wrist, he couldn’t help but feel regretful.
“Ah… now that I think about it, I did promise to pick out clothes for you,” he said with an expression that seemed to barely recall the forgotten task.
Sarin looked at him resentfully. His fingers still wriggled inside her. Every time the round nail sensation softly stimulated her inner walls, her body jumped.
“Owen.”
“Then you should just quietly suck on it. Don’t spill it.”
With that, he pulled the candy out of his mouth and pushed it into Sarin’s tight hole where his finger was still lodged.
“Hah, ah, Owen. What…” Sarin’s head snapped back.
In an instant, she saw the dazzling ceiling. The feeling of his finger teasing her clit became even clearer. The sensation of the candy passing over her finger, and the feeling of the stick catching at the entrance of her hole, made her mouth open wider.
“You’re sucking on it well. Until you choose.”
Suddenly, his finger slipped out. Unintentionally tightening her lower abdomen, she felt a foreign sensation.
Just as Sarin reflexively tried to remove the half-eaten candy lodged beneath her, he grabbed her wrist, loosened the tie halfway around his neck, and tied Sarin’s hands together.
Then, he lifted them up and secured them on the protruding decoration on the wall.
“D-don’t do this!” Sarin pleaded with her hands raised.
The decoration was too firm to budge. Instead of answering, Owen just pushed the stick deeper into Sarin’s pussy. As it almost reached the end, her thighs trembled.
“Can you do it?” He asked kindly and affectionately.
Even if she couldn’t, she had to say she could. Otherwise, it seemed like she would be subjected to even worse torment. So Sarin nodded her head.
After Owen tidied up his disheveled hair and smiled, he approached where the women’s clothing was. The fingers that had just prodded inside her meaninglessly brushed over the clothes.
He picked out an ivory dress, glanced at Sarin who was quite far away, seemed to contemplate it for a moment, then chose a different outfit.
Sarin had no choice but to remain seated with her legs spread open on the vanity table.
“Uh…”
With each push of the candy deep into her lower abdomen, Sarin felt a sensation of squelching, squelching, as if something was coming out. Warm liquid flowed heavily from below.
Startled by the sudden outpouring of juices, her buttocks clenched tightly.
“The end of the stick is poking out a bit,” Owen casually remarked as he held a black dress with overly sheer fabric around the chest area.
The sound of ripe juices dripping steadily over Sarin’s wet pussy made the white tip of the stick clearly visible.
Sarin took a deep breath, her hole quivering with each exhale. Despite choosing clothes, Owen’s entire focus was on her.
The desire to push the candy back into her mouth while it was still inside her, to thrust deep into her wet pussy flesh with his cock, filled his mind. He draped the dress over his forearm. His clenched fist concealed it.
“It seems like it’s going to fall off. Owen, the candy…” Sarin murmured faintly, suggesting it might fall off.
“Then we’ll just have to put on a new one. There are plenty of candies,” Owen said in a low voice.
Thoughts of the other candies he had discarded crossed his mind, causing his shoulders to slump. Sarin tried to use the end of her bound wrists to grasp the candy, fearing that otherwise a mixture of sobs and moans would escape her.
A strange sensation, as if the inside of her was getting hotter, washed over her. Was the candy really melting inside her, even though Owen was so far away?
It felt like it would spill out along with the liquid if he eased off even slightly. Owen’s gaze became even more lascivious as he watched Sarin tearing at the silk tie.
He bent down and selected a pair of high-heeled crimson satin shoes from where the shoes were displayed. He seemed to be looking at them while closing his eyes, swaying slightly, which made his chest shake.
Slowly, his hand moved towards the jewelry to pick out items that would complement Sarin. He picked up a necklace adorned with diamonds and sapphires, and a simpler pair of earrings.
Unable to find a suitable ring, he left it undecided and approached Sarin slowly. When she trembled, her eyelids fluttered, revealing the color she liked most in the world.
“Are you having a hard time?”
“After doing this to me…and then asking that, it’s the worst.” Sarin said with a tired expression.
Eventually, she had no choice but to say it. She might as well ask him to put it in, to torment her inside. His persistence was what made people like this.
Sarin was afraid of becoming completely accustomed to him. It was unimaginable to have sex with someone else after him.
“What are you thinking? Huh?”
As his hand lightly gripped Sarin’s neck, her head tilted further to the side. His eyes, menacing as they revealed his fangs, asked what she was thinking, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking and it was sinister.
“Huh, it’s nothing,” Sarin replied with a dry swallow.
Her words felt ominous. Owen looked at Sarin’s trembling eyes with amusement and finally released the tie bound around her hands.
He inserted his hand into her armpit and gently guided her from the vanity table to the floor like a child. Sarin had to exert strength in his arm to avoid sitting down with her legs free.
“I don’t want to eat,” Sarin protested.
“You’ll get cranky if you starve yourself. Is that what you want? It wouldn’t be dignified for my beautiful benefactor to starve herself,” he retorted.
Not a single needle went in.
“Then at least take this out,” Sarin pleaded.
“I don’t want to,” Owen replied stubbornly.
“Owen!”
“Don’t drop it. You should eat it just as I feed it to you. Lee Sarin really enjoys watching and eating,” he added provocatively.
Sarin waited until she could stand on her own, then he unzipped the dress and spread it open, gesturing with his chin.
The upper part was sheer, and below the waist, it was a mermaid style that hugged her waist and hips, descending in fullness. The dress reached just above the knees.
“No underwear…”
“Don’t wear any,” he said, his intentions unclear.
Sarin’s thighs were already damp between her standing legs. It was fortunate she had chosen a black dress. If she wore such a dress without underwear, it would surely get soaked.
Despite feeling embarrassed and disgusted, her lower body was already soaked.
Her body anticipated some kind of thrill to come, betraying her mind. Sex with this man obliterated her sense of reason, making her desperate and pleading like an animal.
Sarin’s body seemed to know that these unreasonable demands were just the beginning as it soaked ahead of its intent.
Once again, Sarin swallowed her saliva as she lifted one leg, furrowing her brow as if expecting the candy to fall.
