The celebratory atmosphere that had filled Alex's office vanished the moment the door closed behind Anya, leaving only an uncomfortable silence and two glasses of brandy still held in mid-air. The soft light from the crystal chandelier shone down on the polished teak desk, reflecting the two men who stood as still as statues.
Owen slowly lowered the glass in his hand, placing it on the table without having taken a single sip. The sound of the glass on the wood echoed in the silence. It was a refusal clearer than any words. In his mind, the image of homeless children was superimposed on the feeling of relief he had just felt. He took a deep breath before turning to face Alex directly. The joy was gone from his eyes, replaced only by conflict and a faint guilt.
"Alex... I can't accept this freedom if it was bought with the money of those orphans... especially not me," Owen said, his voice firm. He decided to tell him about his past. "I was an orphan once… The reason I'm here today is because of places like that... Please, can you use other funds? I can wait. Even if I have to wait until next year... I will wait."
Alex was silent for a moment, his eyes showing clear surprise at Owen's noble sentiment. But a second later, his expression quickly shifted back to that of a world-wise adult. He put down his own glass and walked around the desk to pat Owen's shoulder gently.
"My friend... I understand how you feel," he said, his voice softer and more sympathetic. "But in the real world... the debt has already been paid. The creditor isn't going to return that money to us. It's practically impossible."
He paused for a moment, letting the harsh reality sink in. "Besides... do you think I'm the only donor to the orphanages in Titan City? They won't collapse just because they're missing money from me. There are plenty of other good people who donate to them every day. I'm not the center of the universe, my friend…"
Then Alex looked deep into Owen's eyes with the gaze of a true businessman. "And finally… that money was my personal money. I have the right to use it however I see fit, especially on something that gives the most valuable 'return,' don't I? And your work... is the best return I've had in years. Or does the fact that I'm richer than others mean I have a greater social responsibility than them?"
Those cold but irrefutable words slowly broke down the walls of Owen's idealism. He lowered his head, defeated. He couldn't argue with Alex's cruel logic, even if he still felt conflicted... His freedom... it had a much higher price than he had initially thought.
Seeing that Owen had calmed down, Alex skillfully brought the atmosphere back to a celebration. He picked up Owen's glass and placed it back in his hand. "Don't think too much about it, my friend," he said with a smile. "Let's drink to your freedom! From now on, you are my important friend, Owen. Your future is going to be even greater!"
The two finally clinked glasses. Owen reluctantly drank the brandy. The taste that should have been sweet and deep now felt bitter in his throat. They talked a little more about future plans, but Owen's mind was far away. He used the excuse of being slightly tipsy to take his leave.
But when Owen walked out to the mansion's parking area, he had to stop short, his eyebrow twitching violently.
The sight before him was Victoria, waiting quietly beside his SUV. But surrounding her... was an army of designer suitcases of various colors and sizes, arranged so densely there was barely room to walk. Giant trunks, garment bags, shoe boxes, jewelry cases... all of them stamped with the logos of famous brands that an ordinary person would have to work their entire life to afford just one.
'Is all this… just for her? Are you sure you didn't accidentally pack someone else's things?' he could only think to himself, exasperated, before letting out a long sigh... It seemed his freedom came with a new burden, one just as heavy as the last.
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Owen drove his SUV away from the luxurious mansion district, heading towards the familiar city center. The neon lights of the night began to stream into the car, casting flickering reflections on the faces of the two occupants. He was focused on driving but could feel the simmering atmosphere beside him. Victoria had said nothing the entire way, sitting as still as a statue, but Owen could feel the heat radiating from her body... it was a suppressed desire, waiting to erupt.
Soon, the car pulled up in front of Jessica's familiar apartment building. As arranged, she was waiting there with a warm smile. Her fiery red hair seemed to glow, reflecting the streetlights.
Owen got out of the car first before opening the door for Victoria. She stepped out and stood beside him submissively.
"Jessica, this is Victoria... She'll be staying with you for a while," Owen introduced them simply.
Jessica showed no surprise or jealousy. She looked at Victoria with an understanding and sympathetic gaze before smiling. "Welcome! I'm Jessica. You can call me Jess."
Victoria gave a hesitant nod. "Thank you for letting me stay… I'm Victoria."
In the eyes of the two women, a wordless communication passed... They both saw the invisible "brand" that bound them to the same man, and that was enough to create an understanding without any need for explanation.
The moving mission began, and it was harder than expected. Victoria's "army of suitcases" took nearly half an hour to carry up. But working together quickly broke down the remaining walls between the two women. They shared a soft laugh at the number of shoes Victoria owned, which seemed to outnumber the days in a year.
The moment the last suitcase was placed in the bedroom and the apartment door was closed... the once-friendly atmosphere changed instantly.
Jessica, who had been suppressing her feelings for a full week, didn't wait any longer. She threw herself at Owen, hugging him tightly and crushing her lips against his in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue wantonly invaded his mouth, chasing and sucking as if to draw out his very soul.
"I missed you so much…" she whispered hoarsely after breaking the kiss. "The last 7 days felt like 7 years, my love…"
That image was like a lit match thrown onto gasoline. 'The Chains of Lust' that bound Victoria immediately went to work! The craving, the need to be a part, and the desire to receive her master's attention surged with a maddening intensity. Her body grew hot, her breathing became ragged. She watched the two of them kissing with glistening, pleading eyes... She couldn't just stand by and watch any longer!
Victoria moved as if commanded by instinct. She didn't get between them, but attacked Owen from behind. She wrapped her arms tightly around his strong back, pressing her full breasts against him, before using her lips and tongue to passionately lick his neck and ear.
Owen jolted. He was being assaulted from two directions by an overwhelming desire.
The two women worked together with a strange harmony. They weren't competing, but "cooperating" to overwhelm him. Jessica began to unbutton his shirt, one by one, while Victoria started to seductively caress his abs.
"Wait a second... you two..." Owen could only groan, helpless.
They easily pushed his tall body stumbling towards the bed. He fell onto the soft mattress, and a second later, the soft, hot bodies of the two women were on top of him. His clothes were torn off, quickly and mercilessly…
…Thirty minutes later…
The sounds of blissful moans and the heavy, rhythmic slapping of flesh echoed from the closed bedroom. It was a song of lust, harmonized perfectly and fiercely…
…..
The Saturday morning sun streamed through the curtains into a bedroom filled with the mingled scents of three bodies. Owen slowly awoke, not because of the sunlight, but because of a hot, wet, and supple sensation expertly arousing his core.
He slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Victoria's long, golden-blonde hair, moving up and down in rhythm between his legs. She was servicing him with her mouth, as focused and eager as if it were the most important task of her life. When he glanced to his side, he saw Jessica still sleeping peacefully, her beautiful face resting on his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around his waist. Her steady breathing was a sign of her complete happiness and trust.
Being stimulated so intensely, Owen's sire instinct fully awakened. He moved his hand to gently stroke Victoria's soft hair, a signal that he accepted her awakening, and a new war of love at dawn began.
It was a battle more fierce and blissful than any before. They started on the wrinkled bed before moving their battlefield to the cool bathroom. The warm steam and Jessica's bright laughter mixed with Victoria's blissful moans, before the three of them ended up back on the bed, completely spent.
When the storm of lust had passed, Victoria was in an adorable state. She lay spread-eagled on the bed, her eyes slightly rolled back and glazed over, a thin trail of drool seeping from the corner of her mouth, but a distorted and utterly blissful smile was on her face. Her pussy was swollen and red, with cloudy white semen continuously overflowing from it... She had been "fulfilled" to her heart's content.
Owen got up from the bed, feeling surprisingly refreshed. He stood in front of the open wardrobe, with Jessica, in his oversized shirt, attentively helping him get dressed. She helped him adjust the collar of his dark grey polo shirt. The clean, soapy scent from her body and his familiar scent mixed, creating a warm and natural atmosphere, like a long-time couple.
"You look especially good today," she praised, using her fingers to gently brush the hair from his forehead.
Owen smiled. He leaned down and gave her a deep, gentle kiss, a thank you for her care and the wonderful night. "Take care of her for me," he whispered after breaking the kiss, nodding towards Victoria, who was still passed out on the bed.
"Of course, my love~" Jessica accepted obediently. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of our new 'little sister'."
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Owen drove away from the apartment, heading towards the familiar central park. The late morning sun began to grow warmer. The atmosphere was filled with families with their children running around and couples relaxing. It was a peaceful scene he hadn't experienced in a long time, and it made his heart feel strangely light.
Today was the day Finley was to deliver the cosplay outfit, and it was also his chance to seriously begin his plan to "woo" the talented young artist. He walked along the gravel path to the large maple tree and saw a familiar figure already waiting.
Today, Finley looked a little different. The nervousness from their first meeting was gone, replaced by bright eyes and a faint smile that appeared the moment he saw Owen approach. Beside him was a large, sturdy cardboard box.
"Hello... Brother Owen~" Finley stood up and greeted him more naturally.
"What's up, Finley? Didn't wait long, did you?" Owen smiled back, before sitting down beside him. "I'm so excited to see the real thing."
Those words were like a switch that flipped on Finley's pride. His eyes sparkled. He carefully opened the large box, as if revealing a priceless treasure.
And the moment the lid was lifted, Owen's eyes widened with an amazement that almost took his breath away.
The "Demon Lord Girl" cosplay in the box was even more beautiful and perfect than the draft. The jet-black velvet fabric absorbed the light, making it look dark and deep. The gold thread embroidered in ancient patterns on the collar and hem of the skirt sparkled luxuriously. And most impressively, the gracefully curved, jet-black demon horns had a texture so realistic they were formidable. Every detail bespoke a master-level skill and an incredible attention to detail.
"This is… unbelievable, Finley!" Owen praised from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but reach out to gently touch the velvet fabric. "This isn't just a cosplay anymore… it's a work of art."
The praise made Finley's clear cheeks flush a visible red. He looked down shyly. "Th-thank you… I'm glad you like it."
After Owen had paid the remaining balance, he still didn't want the moment to end. He looked at the proud and happy face of the artist before him and said, "So… do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"
Finley shook his head slightly. "N-no. Probably just go home and rest."
Owen gave a planned smile. "An artist who has just finished a masterpiece deserves a celebration," he said, his voice warm and playful. "Want to go to the amusement park? As a reward for this excellent work, and to celebrate our first project together."
Finley's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected to be asked out. His cheeks grew even redder, but his eyes shone with an unconcealed excitement.
"...W-would that be okay?"
"Of course!" Owen stood up and held out his hand to him. "Come on. My treat today."
Finley looked at the outstretched hand and then at Owen's smiling face for a moment before shyly placing his small hand in Owen's large, warm one. "...O-okay."
…..
At Titan World Amusement Park, a place filled with laughter, lively music, and the sweet smell of popcorn, Finley, who at first was still stiff and nervous around the crowd, was slowly pulled into the world of fun by Owen, who seemed more excited than the children.
On the "Titan's Fury" roller coaster, Owen whooped and hollered with wild abandon, raising his arms to challenge the G-force on every turn, while Finley screamed at the top of his lungs with a mixture of fear and excitement. But when the ride came to a stop, a wide, happy smile was on his face. Owen laughed and naturally put an arm around Finley's still-trembling shoulders. "See? Told you it was fun!"
At the shooting gallery, Owen showed off his superhuman abilities. He hit every target with the air rifle as easily as if he were born to do it, earning the amazed and admiring gazes of Finley. He won a cute, fluffy little bunny doll and gave it to Finley as a gift.
"For my little bunny artist," he said jokingly, handing him the doll. Finley accepted it, his face flushing, and hugged it tightly as if it were a new, precious treasure.
In the dark and creepy haunted house, the once-fun atmosphere changed. Finley, who was shaking with fear, instinctively grabbed Owen's arm and held on tight the entire way. He buried his face in Owen's strong bicep, secretly inhaling Owen's unique scent with fascination, without the other realizing it. Owen acted as the brave guardian, comforting and guiding him through the darkness until they were back in the light.
And the final scene of the day arrived… when the two of them got on the Ferris wheel just as the sun was setting. The car slowly rose, leaving the chaos and noise below. The golden light of the evening bathed the entire city, making it look like a painting. The atmosphere became romantic and peaceful.
Finley looked at the view below, mesmerized, his eyes sparkling, reflecting the golden light of the setting sun. Owen wasn't looking at the view. He was looking only at Finley's profile, filled with a pure, innocent happiness, before he spoke softly.
"See? Your ability really can bring happiness to others... I had a lot of fun today. Thanks, Finley~"
Those words made Finley whip his head around to look at him. It wasn't just a compliment; it was an acknowledgment... a healing of the deep wound he had carried in his heart for so long. Finley's heart pounded so hard it almost burst. He looked deep into Owen's warm and sincere eyes and recognized a feeling that was clearly forming... a feeling that was more than just admiration…
The two of them just looked at each other, motionless, on the Ferris wheel. Small smiles appeared on both their faces, beautiful and heart-warming… amidst the most beautiful sunset of the day.
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