The atmosphere inside the cinema was dim and chilling. People were gradually filling the seats, occupying nearly sixty percent of the theater. The sporadic chatter and whispers of teenage couples, who had already begun flirting as the trailers started, echoed softly through the space.
However, in the top-row love seats tucked away in a blind corner, the atmosphere felt entirely cut off from the outside world. Owen and Finley had deliberately chosen these seats for their privacy, isolated from the rest of the audience by several empty spaces. The faint glow from the massive screen barely reached them, allowing their figures to practically melt into the darkness.
Finley, now possessing the fully developed body of a young woman, sat stiffly on the plush seat. Her slender hands tightly gripped the hem of the light brown cardigan resting on her lap to ease her nervousness. Her mind wasn't paying the slightest attention to the advertisements on the screen; every single one of her senses was entirely captivated by the intense, masculine scent of Owen sitting right beside her.
To break the silence and calm her racing heart, Finley leaned closer to the young man and struck up a conversation in a soft whisper.
"Brother Owen... um, about my work lately..." Finley began, her face flushing in the dark. "I've been getting so many orders that I'm starting to get overwhelmed. I feel pretty bad having to turn down so many clients... Ever since Sister Rosie wore my cosplay outfit on her live stream, my work has gotten a lot more recognition. How do you think I should handle this?"
Owen tore his gaze from the screen to look at Finley's sweet profile. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he observed her adorable nervousness. "It just means your talent is finally shining. Plus, you're making more money to rub in the faces of everyone who ever looked down on your work. I don't see how this is a bad situation at all. Just don't push yourself too hard; only take on what you can handle."
"That's true... but it brings other problems, too," Finley looked up at Owen, her large, glossy eyes shimmering. Her demeanor right now was as coaxing as a helpless little kitten seeking a safe haven. "With the higher income, dealing with the accounting and taxes as a freelancer has become so complicated it's giving me a massive headache... Um... so I was hoping you could help me... um... Could you let me join your CMG agency? I'd love it if your company could handle all that stuff for me... Please, Brother Owen~"
That sweet, pleading voice and those begging eyes in the dark were enough to secretly melt Owen's heart. He genuinely enjoyed it when Finley relied on him and looked up to him like this. It perfectly stimulated his primal instincts of dominance and possession. Unable to resist, Owen raised his large hand and gently, tenderly stroked Finley's short, light brown hair.
"If that's all it is, CMG is always happy to welcome a talented tailor. I'll have Jessica draft a contract for you to sign tomorrow, how does that sound?"
"Really!? Thank you so much, Brother Owen!" Overcome with joy, Finley threw her arms around Owen in a tight hug, her fragile body trembling with gratitude.
At that exact moment, Owen drew a sharp intake of breath as the soft elasticity of her B-cup breasts, hidden beneath her crop top, pressed firmly against his solid chest. The gentle impact, filled with the yielding warmth of a young woman's body, made him feel indescribably good. Finley's natural, sweet fragrance drifting into his nose at such close range made him relax, thoroughly enjoying the embrace to the point he didn't want to let go.
But before Owen could return the hug, Finley snapped back to reality and jolted in shock. She quickly pulled away, her face burning hot, and pretended to stare at the movie screen to hide her intense embarrassment. Seeing this, Owen couldn't help but flash a wicked, predatory smirk. He found it incredibly amusing to see Finley in such a flustered, frantic state.
A few minutes later, the trailers ended. The dramatic opening score swelled as the blockbuster comedy began to play. The sights and sounds of the film captured the attention of the audience below. The first wave of jokes hit, drawing sporadic bursts of laughter throughout the theater.
Owen leaned back against his seat, his eyes paying absolutely no attention to the movie. Instead, his mind was busy plotting how to tease the person beside him to satisfy his mischievous urges. The young man casually reached into the popcorn bucket shared between them—and exactly as he predicted... Finley, wanting a snack, reached in at the exact same time. In the darkness, her smooth, slender fingertips brushed against the rough back of Owen's hand.
Finley flinched slightly. She was about to yank her hand back like a startled rabbit, but... Owen, who had been waiting for this exact moment, was far faster. Instead of letting the little kitten escape, he flipped his hand and firmly captured her small one, enveloping it completely within his grasp.
"Ah..." A faint whimper escaped Finley's slender throat.
Owen didn't just hold her hand normally. His thick thumb began to slowly, lingeringly caress the smooth back of her hand, weaving and pressing intimately between her delicate fingers. The faint, calloused texture of his strong palm deliberately kneaded and squeezed her fragile skin in a highly provocative manner.
Assaulted by such an intimate touch, Finley's modified body immediately launched a vicious betrayal against her innocent mind. The female hormones and the deep-seated yearning for Owen—instincts deeply implanted by Eris—detonated instantly. With just her hand being held and caressed, the young stylist's fragile body began to burn as if consumed by a fever. Her breathing grew erratic and ragged. Her plump breasts heaved violently beneath her crop top, the soft flesh bouncing against the fabric in rapid, rhythmic succession.
Another roar of laughter erupted from the crowd at a joke on screen, but it only served to further arouse Owen, maximizing his thrill of teasing Finley in such a public place. The intoxicating pheromones of lust wafting from Finley's body began to mingle heavily with the scent of popcorn.
This acted as a catalyst, rapidly escalating the heat of their physical contact. Owen tightened his grip on her small hand just a fraction, intentionally using his fingers to massage her wrist in slow circles, stimulating the flow of mana and female hormones surging through her veins. It was so intense that Finley had to bite down hard on her own lower lip to suppress an embarrassingly lewd moan.
"Hah... B-Brother Owen... please don't tease me~" Finley whispered, her voice trembling and breathless. Her entire body was turning into jelly, completely drained of strength.
A scorching heat plummeted directly into her lower abdomen, sending a deep, commanding signal to her secret garden below. Her tight, intimate passage beneath her tiny panties instinctively began to twitch and gently clench. A sticky, damp sensation rapidly spread as clear, sweet lubricating juices overflowed, soaking into the fabric of her underwear until it was drenched. Unable to endure the sudden, overwhelming wave of pleasure, Finley could only squirm, twisting her hips and grinding her soft, round buttocks against the plush cinema seat in a desperate attempt to relieve the agonizingly sweet ache coursing through her body.
Owen watched Finley's sweet torment and secretly smiled with immense satisfaction. The harder she tried to suppress her reaction to his touch, the deeper his urge grew to bully this fragile body even further...
Under the dim light cast from the movie screen, Owen's sharp eyes caught sight of her heavy panting, her chest heaving, and her smooth, slender legs squeezing tightly together, trembling uncontrollably. He made his decision right then and there: he was not going to let this little kitten off the hook.
The young man made his next move. His large hand abandoned the grip on her small fingers, releasing her delicate wrist. It immediately shifted to a new target, deliberately planting itself firmly on the smooth, pale expanse of her bare inner thigh, peeking out just beyond the frilly edge of her skirt.
"Ah...!" Finley gasped sharply, her entire body jerking and shuddering violently as her highly sensitive skin was touched directly.
From a light, goosebump-inducing caress, Owen gradually increased the pressure. He squeezed and kneaded the soft, bouncy flesh of her thigh while purposefully sliding his hand higher and deeper. His fingertips slipped beneath the fabric of her skirt, feeling the radiating, pulsing heat of her inner flesh.
"B... Brother Owen... t-that's too deep~" Finley whimpered in a strained, tearful whisper. Her eyes were hazy and dripping with lust. Her body was so weak it was practically melting into the chair. Her small, slender hand weakly reached out, trying to grab his thick wrist to stop him, but all her strength had been entirely siphoned away by the overwhelming pleasure. It fell uselessly over his hand, unable to stop a single thing...
From the author:
I'm so sorry for updating much slower than usual lately. 🙇♂️ It's a combination of a few things: I was sick for three days, and I also have to carve out time to work on my new novel. 📚 I already have very limited writing time each day—only about 3 hours—so it's natural that I might be gone for a while. ⏱️
But I'm still writing steadily! I refuse to rush myself just to keep up with market demands. I'd much rather take things slow and focus on quality than pump out rushed chapters that aren't enjoyable. ✍️✨
Thank you everyone for sticking with my novel and continuing to read it! ❤️
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