Is the Friend of a Friend a Stranger? - Chapter 43.2

Excited, he muttered nonsense, and tore the top of the camisole’s lace she was wearing with his mouth.

“I was just going to k-kiss you. W-wait. Owen. Hng.”

“I was ready not to say anything even if I was beaten up while consoling you there at that time.”

“I-I’m not. I’m really not.”

It was also the library of the Araspe duchy. She never wished to have a second affair with Owen here. It was not easy to utter a word of rejection because his excitement was completely conveyed to Sylvia. Owen, who was burying his face in her exposed chest, moved his waist and seemed to want to grab her right away.

At that moment, as he approached, his thigh and the area between her legs rubbed painfully against each other.

“Ah!”

An intense feeling of pleasure went up her spine and to her head. It was so blatant that she didn’t even feel embarrassed at that moment. Sylvia momentarily read his intense mind. His intense hunger and impulses seemed to be hers, and she became frightened in an instant. His emotions were conveyed so openly that Sylvia felt as if she was already lying naked on top of him, even though Owen had not stripped her further or lowered his hand to her secret place.

“We can’t. We really can’t.”

She muttered, grabbing him tightly. His hands tightened around the waistline of her clothes as if to endure the excitement, and his lips were on her exposed chest. He bit her chest, almost violently, and wet it with his tongue. For her, it was such a naughty act that even her chest turned red, but for Owen, it seemed like a substitute just to relieve his excitement.

“Sorry.”

He apologized, rubbing his face against her round chest. It seemed that he had finally noticed Sylvia, who had hardened and was barely even breathing. She had hoped that Owen would withdraw from her chest, but he did a little slowly. His sharp nose dug between her chest bones and took a deep breath. She got chills on her back, but it felt more like excitement.

“You know, this.”

At that moment, Owen raised his head, looked her straight in the face, and spoke. This consolation certainly seemed to be effective for Owen. She felt like she was looking clearly at his eyes for the first time, as they always seemed to be half-closed.

“I’m even more excited because of the mana sharing. I can feel that you’re excited because of me. It’s like my mind is having sex. I feel like it’s pushing me hard. Don’t you feel like that?”

Her mind literally turned blank at the words she had heard for the first time in her life. She thought as she looked at his uncharacteristically excited face, unable to say anything.

Perhaps he was only this active during sex? Maybe he said all that in the first place to get her to kiss him first? She felt that she might have been caught in the wrong way by a promiscuous man who was very, very flirtatious.

***

Owen was a flirt.

Of course, it was a possibility.

‘You know, Sylvie. When a guy is handsome but misleads you? Then that guy is either a crazy promiscuous man, or he is very interested in you. If he was born handsome, he must have suffered a lot, so he will never do anything to confuse others.’

That day, Sylvia did more than just kiss Owen in the library, but after that, she often remembered the wisdom of life that she had heard from her friend.

Surprisingly, those words were befitting Owen.

It was probably when she saw Owen for the first time, five years ago. At that time, Sylvia was also in a mess of anxiety. Heston was hurt on a mission, and Sylvia felt like it was her fault for not being good enough to be his partner.

Heston risked everything when he told her to do it together, but she couldn’t even take a simple test like an idiot, and almost got him killed. Heston informed her that he had seriously injured his leg on the mission and had made a friend named Owen, but he didn’t say a word about how he had been hurt, as if he couldn’t trust her.

So, Sylvia went to the party to find her superior, Sir Woss, and give him a bribe to try to get a promotion test.

There were many entertainment-oriented parties offered to knights and supporters who were exposed to dangerous things, and that party was one of them. The usual Sylvia would not have come.

And in the middle of that party was Owen.

He was surrounded by so many people, literally radiating his charm. People gathered around him like swarms of bees or butterflies gathering around flowers. It didn’t seem like they were actively tempting him to talk to them or have a good time for a while, but they just stood next to him and looked at him.

‘I’ll never have a conversation with that person.’

That was the first thought she had when she saw Owen.

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