Chapter 64
The faint sigh that inevitably escaped tickled the inside of her throat.
Owen stood patiently holding the dress, as if he had become a gift walking into its own wrapping paper. As Sarin’s legs slipped into the dress, Owen slowly pulled it up.
When the cool silk clung to her overheated body, she felt the urge to shower again, despite having just bathed. As Owen zipped up the back, his fingers grazed along her spine, sending shivers down her spine.
“Just nervous over a simple meal,” he remarked.
“It’s my first time having dinner without wearing panties,” she replied.
As Owen pulled me close from behind, she leaned into him, feeling his lips gently grazing her earlobe, shoulders, and the neckline she wished he would nibble.
Suppressing a low laugh at her rebellious remark, Owen’s body quivered slightly against hers.
“Seems like you’re hungry,” he murmured, burying his face in her shoulder.
“That’s just how it goes. As you said, it’s been a while,” she said, mustering the courage.
Owen chuckled, pulling her closer, “Don’t be so stubborn, little one.”
His laughter made her want to take him along with her. After letting go, he put on the necklace he chose and slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.
“You never pierced your ears,” he remarked, knowing full well. His mischievous smile seemed oddly ominous.
Snip.
“Ah!”
With the tip of his lips, Owen nibbled on the end of the diamond earring, while holding another earring in his hand, he pushed it into Sarin’s earlobe.
Suddenly, she widened her eyes at the incoming warmth. Owen, noticing her expression, stopped nibbling on her earlobe and removed the earring from his lips.
“N…no…!” she protested, but Owen gently brought his hand to her other earlobe.
“Bear with it,” he said kindly.
After squeezing her earlobe painfully once, he pierced it smoothly.
Snip.
Heat gathered on her face. Sarin, with a flushed face, barely whimpered, but the delayed pain almost made her drop the candy.
With tears welling up in her eyes, she looked resentfully at Owen, whose gaze was surprisingly affectionate as he checked if she liked the piercing.
“Piercing someone’s flesh like this…”
“You’ll notice it every time you wake up, look in the mirror, or catch your reflection in a window.”
Sarin would never forget who pierced her for the rest of her life. Every minute, every second, whenever she looked at her face, it would come to mind.
Owen was willing to accept that this brief pain, and the one who caused it, would stay with Sarin forever.
“What…”
“But I can’t tattoo here, can I? I’m not really into drawing.”
Sarin realized, rather surprisingly for a mafia, that Owen didn’t have any tattoos. Nikolai was the same, despite wearing suits that showcased tattoos, and even Yuri had them visible outside.
As Owen discreetly traced Sarin’s neck and lower abdomen, he clearly stated where he wanted to tattoo. If she didn’t overlook this situation generously, she felt she might be lying on an operating table next time. The searing pain gradually subsided.
Watching her face regain its color, Owen kneeled in front of Sarin, lifting one of her feet onto his thigh and slipping on the carefully chosen shoe.
“Put it on.”
To put on the shoe, she had to lift one foot. His thick thigh looked like it could burst out of his pants, and as he noticed the prominent bulge on the other leg, his gaze heated up. It wasn’t the line of the thigh but the size of something else that was clearly visible.
“Do I enjoy your discomfort?” Sarin asked, biting her lip.
As she couldn’t easily remove her foot, Owen’s hand rested quietly on her bare foot. Starting from the toes, he lightly caressed her instep, passing over her peachy anklebone.
“No way.”
He caressed her ankle and smooth calf up to her ankle with his palm. As he slowly lifted one of Sarin’s legs, almost dropping a considerable amount of candy, she gasped and tightened her grip again.
“Hm.”
Her chest heaved heavily. Sarin couldn’t hide the intense warmth rising from her inner walls, signaling the sharp sensation of wanting to drop down, just as Owen had described. Trying hard not to let it drop, she felt overwhelmed with embarrassment.
“Oh no,” delight spread in her eyes.
Owen looked at Sarin with a lingering gaze, still gently caressing her calves, which she was holding onto with all her might.
Her foot slid perfectly into the high heel resting on Owen’s thigh. Only after putting on the shoe of her size did Sarin manage to lift her foot off Owen’s thigh.
After putting on the remaining shoe in the same manner, Sarin looked up at Owen with a slightly elevated gaze.
“Why are you so nervous? There’s plenty of candy,” he remarked.
“Please…”
Despite her small plea, Owen, still in disarray, stood up and escorted Sarin, slowly taking steps as if watching a child take its first steps.
He had never left the suite in such a disheveled state, without his suit jacket and with his cuffs all undone, only to move with the beautifully adorned Sarin.
“It feels like it’s going to fall off.”
“No way,” she was overestimating herself.
While Owen was pressing the elevator button with a seemingly calm face, Sarin leaned half her body on him.
“If you fall in front of people…”
Just imagining it made her break into a cold sweat. He was truly a one-of-a-kind pervert. And above all, she was condemning herself for indulging in such behavior, thinking of him as a pervert.
She had learned sex wrong. She was learning it all wrong from Owen. No one would do such lascivious things in public.
Sarin’s face flushed again as she realized Owen knew it.
“You should manage your expression. Are you going to advertise to everyone that you’re sucking on candy?”
She bit her lip at his blunt words. It was dizzying, not even seeing the floor Owen pressed for.
Ding.
With a slight dizziness, they arrived at the floor with the restaurant.
Sarin desperately clung to Owen. She couldn’t bring herself to step out of the elevator. If she felt people’s gaze, she would definitely fall down. Just the thought made Sarin shudder with unease as Owen looked down at her. The ample breasts, contrasting sharply with her slender body, were clearly visible without a bra, the nipples standing firm.
“Ms. Lee Sarin is assertive anywhere she goes.”
“Who’s this for?”
He lightly tilted his head and looked straight ahead. Sarin followed Owen’s gaze. The area outside the elevator was eerily quiet. Despite Owen’s claim that it was a famous restaurant, there was no one around, and besides the faint classical music playing in the background, no other sound could be heard.
“Let’s get off.”
“Owen.”
“Who would want this in the first place, bringing you out like this.”
From the outset, there was no intention of showing others the flowing mess without wearing underwear, and Owen had learned about his sexual preferences through Sarin, one by one. No one should ever see this.
Despite passing through the quiet hallway and entering the restaurant, no one was visible. With the lights almost off, if it weren’t for the music, it wouldn’t have seemed like a place in operation.
Relieved, Sarin leaned on Owen almost as if she were clinging to him.
Only the seats by the window were illuminated by candlelight.
Her legs were trembling uncontrollably. She wanted to sit down quickly. It had been a long time since her thighs rubbed together so uncomfortably. As Owen pulled out the chair at the set table, Sarin felt a sensation deeper inside as she sat down limply.
Owen sat opposite her without changing his expression, despite knowing what had happened. The dim candlelight was the only solace for Sarin. It softly illuminated the surroundings in crimson, but the rest of the restaurant remained dark.
“May I take your order?”
The server who approached in the darkness was a woman. She cautiously approached and handed Owen the menu.
“Can you recommend something?”
“For starters, I recommend the escargot made with snails and the bisque made with lobster. As for the main course, the chef recommends the duck, which is particularly good today…”
Suddenly, seeing someone appear startled her, but when they didn’t even look at her, she felt relieved.
No matter how she sat, Sarin felt uncomfortable and continued to subtly shift her hips. She couldn’t hear anything the server was saying. All her nerves were focused between her legs, causing her throat to burn intensely.
