Is the Friend of a Friend a Stranger? - Chapter 41.1

“Sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

He removed his hand with a short apology. However, the clouds in her complicated head had cleared up a little because of the pain Owen had given her, so she thought his apology was meaningless.

She couldn’t lie to him.

It felt like the protective shield surrounding her was coming off, but for now, it was also true that she felt somewhat relaxed.

“It’s alright.  You got hurt because of me anyway.”

As she spoke, Owen nodded without denying it. Then, he rubbed his nose against hers again and gently opened his mouth, holding her. He sucked on her lips gently, as if it was a piece of candy, and then whispered, ‘Can you stick out your tongue?’ At this moment when their lips were touching, all her hesitation about whether to open her mouth or not was conveyed, and Owen’s eyes became more and more… lustful? She didn’t know. If Owen’s eyes were champagne with gold dust at first, the champagne had now become so viscous that it couldn’t even be stirred with one’s finger.

Her stomach got hotter and hotter. This time, she was in a crooked posture between sitting and standing on top of Owen’s legs, worrying that the heat between her legs would be conveyed to him. But soon, Owen’s words that she couldn’t hide anything from him came to mind, so Sylvia just sat down.

Owen welcomed her and reached into her skirt to touch her legs. He gently stroked her calves and scratched her thighs, covered in thin silk drawers, with his nails. She trembled slightly in surprise, her lips overlapping his. He stroked her legs roughly, this time squeezing her hips.

His hot touch was felt beyond the thin fabric. Sylvia couldn’t believe she was doing this in the garden of someone else’s house. However, she felt like she was going against her father’s will most effectively, so she was thrilled at that moment.

“L-Let’s stop.”

She said, as her hips moved up and down.

“I don’t think we should do this. Not like this. As you said, I can’t deny that I’m feeling good at this moment, but…”

If she couldn’t deny it, why did she want to stop? He tilted his head slightly, as if he didn’t really understand. Sylvia pulled out her hand that was around the back of his neck and shook her head.

“I’m going to take advantage of you. I don’t want to do that.”

“Take advantage?”

“Yeah. I also took advantage of you when we slept together the first time. It’s the same now.”

But he only smiled gently at that. As if he was touched by her caring and kindness.

“You can take advantage of me in any way. I’m obedient most of the time because I’m a nice person. You told me. That I was nice.”

“That’s not being nice, that’s lacking a backbone.”

“Whatever it is.”

“Are you being like this because you want to sleep with me?”

As if he were going to kiss her again, he gave her a small peck on the lips.

“Yeah.”

“Why me? I-I’m sure there are many other women out there.”

She had deliberately chosen provocative words to sound him out, but he obediently admitted it as if he didn’t even feel ashamed. It was Sylvia who fell even further into confusion.

“Because I like you.”

“If you like me, even more so…”

“Sylvia.”

He quietly called out her name. Sylvia flinched, feeling like she was about to be scolded.

“Not everyone makes liking someone as great of a deal as you do.”

Owen criticized her past without hesitation. Hearing that, Sylvia shut her mouth as if she had been struck by cold water. The more he continued, the more hurt she felt.

“Ten years of unrequited love, that person being the one and only, and so on. Not everyone likes someone else in such a complete way. I just like you, I’m curious about you, I want to kiss you, and then I’ll leave. Don’t make it too complicated. Even if you don’t take care of me, I’ll leave on my own. You just need to think about yourself and use me. Is it that difficult?”

“Difficult?”

It wasn’t difficult. But for Sylvia, it felt like a very different world. Too light, too meaningless. What was the meaning of doing that? But when Sylvia asked herself, she soon realized it even without Owen’s answer.

That was the point. This was a beautiful thing because it had no meaning.

“I’m leaving.”

Sylvia stood up. She felt like she had to. Hearing her resolute voice, Owen didn’t grab her like before. He just raised his upper body and looked at her with mysterious eyes as she arranged her skirt.

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