DM Chapter 88
Kirill believed that Owen wouldn’t be able to handle Pavel, who was born in the same litter. That’s why he took the stance that even with all the atrocities Pavel had committed so far, he turned a blind eye to them.
[…is there such a thing as a feeling?]
Although he was bringing up weighty topics, his expression was still sweetly focused on Sarin, with a face that seemed to melt.
[What?]
[The moment we first met. Me and Pavel.]
Kirill scrutinized Owen’s face with ambiguous eyes. He belatedly noticed that Owen’s fingers, stroking his smooth jaw, were a bit restless.
[Yeah, I remember. Nikolai gathered everyone to introduce you.]
[That feeling you get when you first see something and know you have to get rid of it someday. Have you ever felt that?]
It felt as firm as the moment he first saw Sarin. Owen’s gaze slowly passed Sarin and shifted to Kirill. The reason Nikolai cared about Owen and Pavel was because of the golden eye that was similar to his.
[….]
[It means the ‘someday’ I mentioned has come.]
Kirill knew Owen had simply been waiting for the right moment. He was not the type to give in easily. Let it fall apart as it may, but no one would probably ever know what was inside.
He saw Eden City as a toy made for him.
Nothing meant anything to him. So Kirill was confident that Owen, unlike him, would never engage in ambiguous calculations.
[In the end, you’ll also have to let go of everything.]
[Who’s letting go?]
Owen responded with a smirk, as if Kirill’s words were amusing. Everything Owen had came from Nikolai, and everything Kirill had came from Belov. To stand on equal footing with them, he had to let go of everything they had given him.
There’s no way Nikolai would give up. In Russia, he rose to become the Emperor of Night by ruthlessly disposing of those who betrayed him. With Owen, his most beloved, turning his back on him, it was clear that a different kind of pursuit would begin.
[That’s the kind of thing you do when you’re blinded by love, Kirill. I’ve never thrown away what was mine.]
Mine.
With those words spoken firmly, Owen’s gaze shifted towards Sarin, who was conversing with Gayeon.
A sticky feeling emerged. It was too late to suppress it; it oozed out between his fingers.
[Then you’ll have to kill Nikolai to keep what you say yours. Why, because he’s the one who got you out of hell, how hard can that be?]
Even with Kirill’s sour words, Owen didn’t flinch. He only reflexively stood up when Sarin let out a deep sigh.
“You look tired; are you okay?”
He asked softly as he approached Sarin. He slightly bent his waist to make it easier for her to look up, and he instinctively shifted her gaze away from Gayeon. Sarin’s eyes widened at the sudden familiarity of the language after hearing only unintelligible Russian.
“I’m fine. Not tired at all.”
“Then why do you seem so drained?”
“Because you told us not to speak Korean, and yet you two are speaking Russian.”
Gayeon chuckled beside them, explaining the reason. Despite Sarin shaking her head, once the words were out, they couldn’t be taken back.
“It’s because it’s not particularly pleasant to hear. Do you want to know?”
“No.”
“Why? I can tell you.”
“Because I don’t think I can handle it.”
It was true that she was curious about what they were talking about.
However, she didn’t want to delve into conversations shared in a different language by this man. There was no need to dig into information she couldn’t share with herself and unnecessarily feel discomfort in her heart.
Above all, it seemed like an unbearable and frightening situation.
“Sometimes, it feels like you know me too well.”
Seeing Sarin, who showed no interest in how much money was being laundered or who the clients were, he guessed she wouldn’t ask about this matter either.
“Owen.”
Kirill, Gayeon, and Owen.
Familiar but unfamiliar combinations of eyes were all directed towards Sarin. A sense of impending anxiety washed over her.
Owen reached out his hand in response to her calling his name, and Gayeon sighed with pity when Sarin firmly grasped it. Sarin took a deep breath as she held his hand, noticing the firmness in his grip.
“…Am I putting you in danger?”
There was nothing discernible in their conversation. However, judging from the atmosphere alone, it seemed like Sarin was becoming an obstacle to what Owen wanted to do.
What was he thinking?
Nowhere in Owen’s plan did he mention giving the child an organ transplant or even the existence of Hayan. Once he executed everything, he was uncertain about what remained.
She wondered if she was being stubborn when she could have left gracefully. Sarin struggled to articulate her question.
“Do you know what situation you’re in right now?”
“Well, sort of….”
“It’s funny you’re saying that when things have really gotten messed up because of me.”
His thumb gently scratched the back of her clenched hand. Owen tilted his head slightly as he looked into Sarin’s eyes and spoke gently.
“That’s why I want to do everything for you.”
He could have just pretended not to notice, brushed it off, or casually asked her to leave when she lingered around. Her damaged gray eyes, looking at him, were so captivating that he wanted to devour them.
No matter how many times he told her he’d give her anything she wanted, Sarin’s mouth remained tightly closed and wouldn’t open.
“Tell me what you want, so I can ease my conscience a little.”
It was the least he could do to ultimately bring her to where he was. He wouldn’t mind if she pushed for a little more, even if it bordered on greed.
“Ah….”
Sarin involuntarily let out a soft whimper from her lips, perhaps because Owen inadvertently applied some pressure to her hand. He released her with a regretful expression. She let out a short sigh, which held a lot within it.
“It might be best for you to leave here.”
Sarin’s body stiffened at the words that came out of Owen’s mouth. Perhaps deep down, she believed firmly that he would never let her go first.
She stood numbly for a moment, unable to think, trying to figure out where to go from here. No matter how desperately she thought, there seemed to be nowhere to return to.
Both Hayan and him were here. The only people left in her life were all in Eden City, so she couldn’t leave.
There were times when she had thought about leaving, as Gayeon had suggested. However, in the end, she found reasons to stay here and resolved to leave behind the intention to leave.
However, now that the owner of this place was telling her to leave, her mind went blank.
“Why?”
Sarin, who had always accepted her situation meekly, suddenly rebelled against Owen’s abrupt statement. The words she uttered were inappropriate for this place.
Owen, who had always maintained his composure in front of Kirill, now seemed to have transformed into a purely impulsive person in front of Sarin. His plan was to wait a little longer, return to the hotel with Sarin, and explain while they were alone before sending her away.
He planned to show her the most plausible rainbow among the things he had created in Eden City, let her meet the child in the hospital, feed her warm food, and have a conversation.
His abrupt statement surprised both Sarin and Gayeon.
As Gayeon attempted to speak, Kirill grabbed her shoulder, subtly shook his head, and then led Gayeon out of the room.
Until the moment the door of the hospital room closed, Sarin didn’t blink once, waiting for Owen’s response.
“You said you’d do whatever I wanted, so I’ll stay here.”
A calm and unwavering voice addressed Owen. At times like this, Sarin surprises him inwardly. When she should have been the weakest presence, trembling with fear and trying to avoid it, she instead stood facing him and shouted as if she would break.
Fearlessly.
Owen’s hands enveloped Sarin’s cheeks.
Suddenly, Owen lunged, and her body stumbled backward. He felt dizzy as his massive upper body crashed down on her. In an instant, she could see the hospital ceiling above her face. Owen fiercely kissed Sarin’s lips, which trembled beneath him.
He opened her jaw and plunged his tongue deep inside. In no time, he spread her legs as freely as he opened her mouth when inserting his tongue.
Squelch. Squirm…
There was a distinct sound of saliva being swallowed down the throat, accompanied by the unpleasant sound of wetness colliding. Her breath struggled to pass due to the thrusting tongue.
Sarin’s fingers weakly scratched the smooth suit, then gripped it tightly to the point of creasing, but Owen didn’t stop. He twisted his head and dove deeper with his tongue, ravaging the insides. Sarin’s small tongue was sucked in as if being pulled out by a snake to its root.
“Mim, uh, h-hm…
After whimpering and groaning, he ceased the violent kiss.
Supporting Sarin’s head with his arms, Owen extended his tongue and licked her lower lip as if tasting a delicious meal. To her eyes, it was clear as day.
“I thought you were quite rational, at least since I gained consciousness.”
Sometimes, when he looked at her, he felt like a helpless young bird turning pale blue. Even in the current situation, he had fleeting thoughts of undoing the buckle of Sarin’s pants, pulling down her panties, and thrusting into her.
“It’s strange how hearing you worry about me makes me lose control. It’s strange, really.”
With saliva-soaked lips, Owen kissed Sarin’s eyelids and the area below relentlessly, murmuring that it was strange. Even he found himself unfamiliar.
“That’s why I’m sending you away. We need some time apart.”
