Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 25

The situation was no different for Kwon Taekjoo and Zhenya. The two sat facing each other in the narrow cabin. They didn’t particularly converse. Having just woken up, he didn’t even think of pulling out a book. He merely waited for his turn, half-dozing.

When it came down to it, they were the ones who should have been most nervous. This was due to their possession of a Colt, small bombs, and various advanced devices. Although they had hidden them beforehand in preparation for the inspection, the opponents were seasoned inspectors. If by any chance the Colt were discovered, they would be embroiled in an uncontrollable situation. They couldn’t let their guard down for a moment.

Amidst all that, something else was more concerning than the inspection. It was Zhenya’s knee that had slipped between his legs. Sitting facing each other in their respective seats, their long legs naturally intertwined. However, Kwon Taekjoo’s knee bent at Zhenya’s thigh, while Zhenya’s leg, about a hand span longer than his, intruded embarrassingly deep. His knee was almost touching his crotch.

Kwon Taekjoo looked down disapprovingly at the man’s knee threatening his groin. His gaze was so blatant that if the man had any sense, he would have pulled back. However, Zhenya merely stared intently at Kwon Taekjoo, not moving an inch.

“Could you move it?”

He asked after a long period of patience.

“It’s not my fault my legs are long.”

Zhenya shrugged artfully. He didn’t even make a pretense of shifting his body. The one who was at a disadvantage could simply turn around, but Kwon Taekjoo didn’t. He didn’t want to play such a ridiculous game. For someone who loved to tease others, ignoring them was the best punishment.

He gazed out the window, showing no reaction. He yawned a few times as drowsiness overtook him. At his decidedly unenthusiastic response, Zhenya grumbled, “You’re not cute.” Kwon Taekjoo merely fiddled with his ear, pretending not to hear.

Around that time, it grew noisy outside the cabin. As if a number of people were approaching, inspectors soon entered.

First, they submitted their passports. Kwon Taekjoo was still disguised as a Japanese national. It was a different name from Sakamoto Hiro, who had been declared missing after the hotel explosion. The inspector, after confirming the declaration form, returned his passport without much suspicion.

Then, the main luggage inspection began. Zhenya, as if unconcerned, remained relaxed throughout. Kwon Taekjoo also tried to maintain his composure as much as possible.

“……?”

He suddenly looked sideways because he felt a gaze. A public security officer was staring intently at Kwon Taekjoo. Has he noticed anything strange? He felt guilty for no reason.

He turned his eyes as naturally as possible. But after that, a lingering gaze continued to rest on him. It didn’t stray for a moment. Something about it felt unsettling.

The inspectors’ luggage check extended even into the bathroom. They took down the showerhead hanging on the wall and even disassembled it. They thoroughly searched the floor, bedding, and pillows before silently leaving the cabin. A long sigh escaped him involuntarily.

The next moment, the door reopened, and one of the public security officers returned. It was the same man who had been persistently watching Kwon Taekjoo earlier. Zhenya and Kwon Taekjoo looked at each other, bewildered.

The officer ordered the two to stand against the wall. It was sudden, but there was no need to disobey and cause unnecessary commotion. They quietly followed the officer’s instructions. The officer first searched Zhenya’s body. He lightly ran his hands over his shoulders, chest, waist, and ankles. Then he finished by looking at his hands once each.

Next was Kwon Taekjoo’s turn. He put his hands on the wall. Again, he felt the officer’s blatant gaze from behind, but he pretended not to notice. The officer, crouching on one knee, began to grope him from his ankles. He pressed hard around his ankle bones, then successively swept up his calves and shins. Next, he thoroughly massaged his knees and thighs, and finally his groin. While he had been perfunctory with Zhenya, the touching here was quite persistent.

As the hands moved higher, the contact became more explicit. The officer kneaded Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks, then subtly pressed his lower body against him. He then stretched his hand forward and ran it ticklishly up his taut abdominal muscles. Finally, he grasped his plump chest full in his hand.

He silently swallowed his breath and stared into space. Perhaps thinking he was aroused, the officer’s hand grew bolder. He thought he heard Zhenya’s laughter from behind.

“Hands…”

He mumbled, head bowed low. The sound was so faint and in Korean, so neither the officer nor Zhenya understood its meaning. Kwon Taekjoo’s hand, resting on the wall, clenched into a tight fist.

“Get off, you homo bastard!”

He grabbed the officer by the collar, thoroughly enraged. His elbow was pulled back to its limit, poised to punch him in the face at any moment. The officer squeezed his eyes shut and hunched his shoulders. But after some time, the anticipated violence did not occur.

The officer slowly opened his eyes and swallowed hard. Kwon Taekjoo’s white-knuckled fist trembled violently in front of his nose. His face, already grim from the sudden sexual assault, became even more menacing. His gaze alone seemed capable of tearing a person apart. Kwon Taekjoo, distorting his nose as he suppressed his anger, eventually pushed him away. The dazed officer scurried away in a hurry.

“He seemed to really like you, huh?”

Zhenya smirked, provoking the panting Kwon Taekjoo. He threw a book at him in retaliation. The man easily caught it and placed it back on the seat. Not forgetting to tease him once more when their eyes met.

“His waist was quite slender and his figure was pretty. Why didn’t you just let him ride you, pretending you couldn’t resist? You’ve been bottled up anyway.”

“That’s not something a guy as handsome as you should be saying.”

“Oh? Am I a bit your type?”

“Don’t say scary things.”

He gnashed his teeth openly. Zhenya merely grinned, annoyingly. Kwon Taekjoo glared at the man disapprovingly, then tidied up the messy surroundings.

A moment later, the train was back on track. In the meantime, he had finished tidying up and sat back down. He opened any book he could grab.

How much time had passed? A familiar vibration rang out. It was Zhenya’s phone. He checked the caller ID and took his phone outside.

In fact, this wasn’t the first time. Whenever a call came in, the man would invariably leave the room. Unless it was a call related to the operation, it was strictly private, but he was excessively careful. The only information Zhenya shared with Kwon Taekjoo was what was necessary for mission execution. He never mentioned anything about himself.

If the man had been even slightly ordinary, he would have lost interest long ago. But he simply couldn’t.

“…….”

He put down the book he was reading and stood up. He slightly opened the closed door and peeked outside through the gap. Zhenya came into view in a corner of his vision. The distance was too far to discern the content of the call. However, the man’s expression, as he watched out the window, seemed unusual.

When alone, he boldly revealed his true self. He didn’t know who was on the other end of the line, but he no longer pretended to be the ‘jovial partner’ he was with Kwon Taekjoo. His voice was flat, his face grim. There was no trace of his characteristic smile.

He didn’t want to get closer. He wasn’t the type to get deeply entangled with. For now, he only hoped the operation would conclude soon, so their relationship could be cleanly severed.

“……!”

He was about to turn away. As he went to close the door, he inadvertently looked at Zhenya, who was now staring at Kwon Taekjoo. Startled, he missed the timing to play it off. Zhenya, who had been staring intently at Kwon Taekjoo, suddenly drew a long curve with his lips. It was a fake smile. Kwon Taekjoo looked at him disapprovingly, then abruptly turned away.

Soon, Zhenya returned to the cabin. He had been wondering how to make an excuse, but Zhenya didn’t interrogate him about why he was peeking. Instead, he simply acted as if nothing had happened.

It felt unsettling. Why did it always feel like he was playing a game where the opponent kept letting him win?

A full day had passed since boarding the train. During that time, Hong Yeowook barely moved. He had left his seat only a handful of times, and even then, for merely five to ten minutes.

While Hong Yeowook was in the restroom, Zhenya returned after installing a surveillance camera. Hong Yeowook seemed completely unaware of its presence, no matter where or how it was hidden. Thanks to this, they were spared the trouble of constantly hovering around him day and night.

But when one problem was solved, another was bound to arise.

“…A-eung… eung.”

Zhenya’s sexual urges erupted regardless of time or place. It wasn’t even yesterday’s flight attendant. The face of the woman swaying, caught by him, looked quite familiar. She was the flight attendant he had often encountered when going back and forth to the second class to monitor Hong Yeowook. Last night, she was in charge of the special compartment, today, the second-class compartment. Was he planning to ‘try’ every flight attendant before getting off the train?

The time was barely past 3 PM. Kwon Taekjoo had opened his book and was concentrating all his attention on it. It was useless. The surroundings were too brightly lit, so the movements nearby were clearly discernible even without looking. While Zhenya paid no mind to others’ gazes, his partner seemed to have forgotten embarrassment as well.

The more they continued, the more he gritted his teeth and endured. The fact that they were doing that in this cramped cabin was nothing short of a provocation directed at Kwon Taekjoo himself. Perhaps the bewildered gaze of others fueled the man’s excitement. Regardless of his intention, he had no intention of getting swept up in it.

He composed his confused mind. Fortunately, the content of the book was also interesting, so it wasn’t difficult to become oblivious to his surroundings.

“Haang… euh-eung…”

However, the two beasts, dedicated to pleasure, didn’t leave the indifferent observer alone. The woman, repeatedly tearing at the pillow and clawing at the air, bumped into the table. The alcohol bottle tumbled and shattered into pieces. The vodka inside soaked the floor, and some even splashed onto Kwon Taekjoo. Kwon Taekjoo looked at his damp pants, then sharply lifted his head. His eyes immediately met Zhenya’s.

“…….”

“…….”

He didn’t expect an apology. But the man went a step further and twisted his lips. As Kwon Taekjoo furrowed his brow, he leisurely stuck out his flushed tongue and licked his upper lip. His eyes moved uncontrollably, following the man’s bright red flesh. Zhenya, sensing this, a satisfied smile spread across his entire face.

Immediately after, the woman’s body collapsed onto the table. As she thrashed, trying to raise her upper body, Zhenya pressed down on her nape. Then he lifted her abdomen to match his body. The woman’s lower body, barely supported by her toes, was completely lifted and dangled. Her blonde hair, hanging outside the table, seemed about to touch Kwon Taekjoo. In a situation where there was nowhere to avoid, Zhenya resumed his violent hip thrusts.

The rough friction sounds echoed thwack, thwack, so hard it was difficult to believe they were made by two people. The table, on which the woman was leaning her upper body, rattled as if it would break. Whenever Zhenya, who had been thrusting steadily inside, plunged in with a greater drop, the woman would shriek in agony and collapse messily.

He was instinctively intimidated. He finally opened his mouth to say something.

“Hey…”

“Hwaaaah-aaah-aaah…!”

His protest was not completed. He had uttered what he wanted to say, but it was completely buried by the woman’s moans. Zhenya ceaselessly drove the woman, who was trembling with intense pleasure, pushing into her slick core with all his might. The woman barely gasped for breath, helplessly crumpled between the table and the man. It was beyond the point of enduring out of stubbornness; he was about to leave.

Suddenly, Zhenya sharply lifted the woman’s upper body. Because of this, the loose front of her top gaped open. Her pale breasts spilled out right before Kwon Taekjoo’s nose. He turned his head away belatedly, but the afterimage lingered endlessly. He tightly closed his eyes, trying to quell his childishly aroused instincts.

“A-eung, a-euh-euh, euh… haa-eut.”

Soon after, with a thwack sound, the woman’s body stiffened. Perhaps he had ejaculated, for a metallic smell spread through the air. He had been ignoring it, but now he straightened his head. He glared at Zhenya’s face, which had softened after reaching climax.

At that instant, Zhenya abruptly pulled the limp woman to him, thrusting his lower body against hers. With the recoil, her firm breasts bounced resiliently.

Oh, God.

“…Damn it.”

He leaned against the shower stall, trying to catch his breath. The heat concentrated in one spot was killing him. No matter how much he tried to ignore it, Kwon Taekjoo was also a man in his prime. He couldn’t remain unaffected after seeing a woman’s bare breasts right in front of him.

His head spun. The hand that smoothly stroked his engorged core left him no room for composure. His jaw instinctively tensed. The sound of teeth grinding continuously escaped his tightly clenched jaw. The red inner flesh, exposed after pulling back the foreskin, was fully engorged with pre-ejaculate. As he gently massaged his urethra, the accumulated fluid spread, thoroughly wetting the entire glans. Every time his stiff penis scraped against his fingertips, his entire body tingled. His mind became hazy, shutting off all thought. All that remained was a persistent heat and heightened carnal desire.

He irritably turned on the shower. A cold stream of water poured down on his head. Even after cooling off for a long time, the sticky heat would not dissipate. His dark hair, soaked with water, darkened further. His shirt clung tightly to his body, revealing his contoured form. His smoothly bulging muscles twitched ceaselessly with the rare stimuli. As a strange sensation swept through his entire body, his nipples beneath his shirt also stiffened.

“Ugh… ugh…”

He gritted his teeth again. Moans he couldn’t swallow escaped through the gaps in his teeth. He even got goosebumps from the cold water relentlessly striking his body. His bloodless lips trembled faintly as they exhaled cold breaths.

Yet, the heat gathered in his crotch remained. Just by gripping it and sliding his hand, a burning sensation spread as if being clawed by fingernails. His knees instinctively trembled. His jaw, which had been constantly tense, was sore. His sharp eyes had long since blurred.

He shook his head irritably. He struggled to shake off the persistent lust that clung to him. His hand, supporting him against the wall, clenched into a tight fist. As he secretly struggled, anger welled up within him. The period when his front would swell up anytime, anywhere, was long past. Although sexual urges occasionally surged, they were never as uncontrollable as now.

A burning sensation ran down his spine. The dull throbbing spreading inside his crotch made his knees buckle repeatedly. He could barely stand without leaning against the wall.

The blood that had been coursing through his entire body boiled. The heat, vigorously swirling through every corner of his veins, fiercely surged to his head. Perhaps due to a temporary increase in intracranial pressure, flashes of light appeared before his eyes. A hot and cool sensation rapidly swept down his spine.

“Haa-euh-euh, ugh…!”

Suddenly, his abdominal muscles greatly expanded. Immediately after, his fully engorged penis ejaculated thick semen. His widely open shoulders and waist trembled violently. He gritted his teeth harder, hoping to suppress any sound, but it was useless. The roar of a male, having tasted climax, betrayed his will and filled the shower stall. His vision turned sickly yellow. All his muscles contracted, briefly even stopping his breathing.

“Haa… haa…”

The breath he had held burst out all at once. His shoulders and chest heaved as he gasped for air. A cool sensation settled wherever the heat had passed. His mind felt effervescent, as if he had chugged sparkling water. He felt dizzy and lightheaded.

After ejaculating, the chill and the damp clothes clinging to his body were simply uncomfortable. He ripped off his clothes, which wouldn’t come off easily, and started showering. He thoroughly washed away the lingering traces of desire on his body. Gradually, his eyes regained their original clarity. The agonizing heat had also completely dissipated. By the time he finished showering, Kwon Taekjoo had fully returned to himself.

He paused as he wiped off the water and prepared to leave. For some reason, Zhenya was standing outside the bathroom. Did he hear everything? It left an unpleasant feeling, but that was all. Compared to what the man had done, masturbation was an extremely natural and healthy act. There was nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.

Kwon Taekjoo steadfastly headed for his seat, ignoring Zhenya’s sneering gaze. Zhenya then abruptly blocked his path. When Kwon Taekjoo tried to ignore him and go around, he subtly stepped back and blocked him again. It was clearly intentional. He looked up at the man with hostile eyes. Zhenya, as if waiting, grinned.

“Are you feeling sorry?”

His face was anything but sorry. He shrugged nonchalantly.

“I should be the one apologizing. For always only receiving?”

He retorted haughtily, but it couldn’t have had any impact. He passed the grinning Zhenya and went to his bed. Then he took out underwear and clothes from his bag. Until then, Kwon Taekjoo was completely naked, without a stitch on. He thought, what does it matter, since they were both men? In fact, it was Zhenya who was strange, always hiding his bare skin even after showering or during sex.

He threaded his foot through his briefs and pulled them up, then suddenly turned around. He had felt an intense gaze. As expected, Zhenya was openly watching. What a fascinating sight it was, he kept watching, and even after being plainly caught, he didn’t flinch. Kwon Taekjoo, watching the shameless man, threaded his neck through his T-shirt.

“What would it be like with a man?”

Zhenya suddenly asked. At that moment, his gaze lingered on Kwon Taekjoo’s chest area. Kwon Taekjoo grimaced and pulled down the shirt that had been rolled up under his armpits.

“I don’t want to imagine it.”

“Hmm. It would only spoil the mood, right? A dark-skinned man whimpering wouldn’t be cute anyway.”

Before that, whether he could get it up or not was the real question, wasn’t it? He found himself imagining it then suddenly snapped out of it. He shook his head, shaking off the idle thoughts that were subtly coiling around him. He felt like his stomach would turn if he went any further.

“Stop saying disgusting things. It’s not funny.”

He sat down with a serious expression. Then, lightly shaking his hair, he observed Hong Yeowook through the monitor. He was still in his seat. He had been reading the same book for two days. Just in case, he even checked the contents of the book, but there was no noteworthy information.

Bogdanov’s contact had not yet been detected either. Occasionally, people spoke to Hong Yeowook, but only simple conversations passed that left no room for suspicion. Hong Yeowook rarely left his seat for long periods and did not contact anyone outside or use communication devices. When and how would they plan to make contact?

He was concentrating on the monitor when the table suddenly thumped. He glanced over to see Zhenya placing two bottles each of vodka, tequila, and cognac. He placed an empty glass without ice in front of Kwon Taekjoo and himself, apparently planning to drink them straight. He also took out his custom cigars, which were almost his trademark. He had heard they were a 40th-anniversary limited edition, and indeed, the case exuded luxury.

He poured cognac first. Then, he took out a Cohiba and lightly dipped its tip. The series of actions, lighting it with a special torch and biting the thick body, flowed smoothly. With a gentle inhale, the cigar tip burned softly. The distinctive aroma of Cohiba Behike wafted.

“Smoking it like this enhances the flavor significantly.”

Zhenya offered the cigar he was smoking. He didn’t refuse. He casually took the cigar and put it between his lips. A heavy aroma immediately spread inside his mouth. The smoke, swirling around his oral cavity, slowly traveled down his throat. Instantly, his eyeballs and head felt tingling.

Zhenya, observing Kwon Taekjoo engrossed in the unfamiliar experience, took out another cigar. He also poured cognac into Kwon Taekjoo’s empty glass.

“I wondered if you were ‘that way’.”

“‘That way’?”

“Because you didn’t get an erection even after seeing a naked woman, I thought you might not be into women.”

He grinned mischievously. Kwon Taekjoo stared at Zhenya, then gulped down the cognac in front of him. He then took another puff of the cigar and twisted his lips in disbelief.

“How did you come to such a misunderstanding? I like women. Even if the world ended and only men survived, I’d rather remain celibate than stick it in that hole.”

He drew a clear line. Just thinking about it sent shivers down his spine. Zhenya snorted and refilled his empty glass. He muttered to himself, ‘The problem is you get others aroused,’ as if to himself. Kwon Taekjoo asked what he meant, but Zhenya changed the subject as if it were nothing.

“So. What kind of woman do you like?”

“Why? Are you going to set me up? That’s sudden.”

“Well, it’s for order. Wouldn’t it be awkward if I charmed a woman who happened to be your type?”

“Awkward? You, a beast, would be awfully concerned.”