Codename Anastasia Novel (End) - Chapter 27

He wiped his wet face and looked around. Zhenya was nowhere to be seen. As he moved, an abandoned liquor bottle hit his foot. If he had woken up first, he could have tidied up. He briefly complained, then quickly dismissed it. It was absurd to expect humanity, or even minimal courtesy, from Zhenya.

He was about to push the empty bottles and glasses aside and head to the bathroom. Then he heard the sound of water from inside, which he hadn’t noticed before. Zhenya? Even though it had to be him, his heart pounded erratically. It was due to a strong sense of déjà vu. Every scene was similar to his dream.

First, he calmed his mind. It was just a dream. Nothing more than a delusion manifesting human unconsciousness. Repeating that to himself, he stood up silently. What he quietly picked up was none other than his Colt. A dream was a dream, and it was never bad to ensure safety in every situation.

He gripped the Colt with both hands and slowly walked towards the bathroom. The sound of water continued, and the presence remained.

He kept his eyes on the bathroom doorknob. Should he open it? When it came to actually doing it, he hesitated considerably. To burst in, looking half-asleep, into a highly personal space, and with a gun pointed at his partner, no less. He didn’t know for sure, but it would surely provide a year’s worth of teasing material. Should he intentionally create such a ridiculous scene for himself? He agonized, lingering in front of the door for a long time.

Without warning, the door suddenly swung open. He startled and turned, seeing Zhenya entering. Their gazes met without fail. For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

“What are you doing? Creeping around?”

Soon, Zhenya narrowed his eyes and questioned him. He had clearly been greatly misunderstood, but he had no appropriate words to retort. That he had a strange dream, and it felt like it was coming true, so he was trying to react? It was a better excuse not to make.

Anyway, if Zhenya was in front of him, who was in the shower stall? Instead of explaining his injustice, Kwon Taekjoo repeatedly gestured towards the bathroom. He even mouthed, “Who’s inside?” Just then, the sound of water stopped. Kwon Taekjoo quickly backed away from the bathroom door, extending both arms straight. The dark muzzle of the gun was aimed at the closed door.

Zhenya blankly observed the scene. Then, without any discussion, he strode to the front of the bathroom. He casually flung open the closed door.

“……!”

Kwon Taekjoo reflexively pulled the trigger halfway. But he ultimately didn’t fire.

“Oh, you startled me. You’re here? Thanks to you, I had a leisurely shower. Thank you.”

Emerging from the bathroom was a naked woman. Zhenya wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing down on Kwon Taekjoo’s Colt. The woman also unreservedly embraced Zhenya. At first glance, she looked like a European tourist. It seemed Zhenya had again lured her into using the inadequate shower facilities as bait.

Zhenya gently guided the woman into the stall. The door clicked shut. Only Kwon Taekjoo was left alone in the cabin. Soon, the cramped bathroom began to rattle. Due to the pervasive humidity, the woman’s moans echoed dully.

Kwon Taekjoo, who had been standing blankly, threw the Colt onto the bed. Sandwiches Zhenya had brought, perhaps bought to share with the woman, caught his eye. He chewed them vigorously, glaring at the innocent window. Living with a beast-like human was draining his blood day by day.

“Ah.”

He suddenly bowed his head and looked at his crotch. His wilted ‘companion’ was visible. But the stiff sensation remained. It would probably stand up again with just a little stimulation.

He glared at his core as if it were a hateful enemy, then firmly pressed it down with a pillow. He deliberately opened the window wide. The noisy wheel sounds broke down the obscene noises into small pieces.

The woman’s name was Louise. She was French, about to get married, and traveling alone to enjoy her last freedom. She had already visited various African and Asian countries, the furthest from her own land, and now aimed to discover herself by traversing Russia and then exploring relatively familiar parts of Europe. When she smoothly completed her entire journey and returned to France, she would have exactly one week left until her wedding. She said she had already agreed with her fiancé. Perhaps he, too, was enjoying his last fling as a single man, just like her.

Louise did not leave after breakfast. In the morning, she occupied Zhenya’s bed and slept the entire time. When she woke up late in the afternoon, she linked arms with Zhenya and coaxed him to go to the dining car together. For some reason, the man readily agreed to her request. He had said he wouldn’t do it more than once with the same person, but Louise seemed to have truly captivated him. Louise returned after an early dinner, sipping beer and telling her story. The information about her was what he learned then.

Whenever Zhenya left his seat, Louise showed interest in Kwon Taekjoo. Whenever he looked up at her obvious gaze, their eyes would invariably meet. She was always the one to smile cheerfully and strike up a conversation first.

“You keep reading a book, what kind is it?”

“Just a common mystery novel.”

“Do you like those?”

“There’s a unique pleasure in finding out how shoddily and absurdly the author lies.”

At his indifferent reply, Louise chuckled heartily. Then she again gave him a lingering gaze.

“Shall I lend it to you if you’re bored?”

He casually held out the book he was reading. He was drawing a line, as if to say he wouldn’t participate in Louise’s flirtation. It was a relationship that would have no repercussions no matter how much they indulged. How many men would step back, knowing that? Probably almost none.

“Women are more attracted to men who are indifferent to the opposite sex. It’s strange, isn’t it?”

He looked at Louise without replying. For a while, their gazes were deeply intertwined.

Not long after, the door flung open, and Zhenya entered. Despite drinking so much last night, he still held a bottle of liquor. Louise, as if she hadn’t even looked at Kwon Taekjoo, hugged him and kissed his neck. Kwon Taekjoo also chuckled, then returned his eyes to his book.

“Together, how about it?”

Zhenya suddenly proposed. Kwon Taekjoo frowned and looked at him. At his skeptical look, the man nodded as if to confirm it was what he was implying. The naked Louise subtly lifted her head from under him. Her cheeks were flushed red from the alcohol.

“I’m fine with it. I’ve always wanted to try it once.”

She put her hand on Kwon Taekjoo’s arm, subtly encouraging him. The two were not proposing a drinking contest to Kwon Taekjoo. They were inviting him to expose his genitals and mingle bodies like them. Had they both taken some kind of drug without him knowing? He didn’t understand why they wanted to involve an innocent person.

His gaze collided with Zhenya’s.

“You’re not a monk, who would know if you endure it?”

He didn’t like Zhenya’s sneering face. As they faced off, Louise’s hand ticklishly snaked under Kwon Taekjoo’s sleeve. Although Louise was the one seducing him, Kwon Taekjoo’s gaze remained fixed on Zhenya. The man again wore a scornful smile. It was clear he was provoking him, guessing he would refuse. Giving in was fine once or twice, but if he kept letting him, it would be endless.

He finally made up his mind. He had been suffering from unfulfilled urges lately anyway, so relieving them now didn’t seem so bad.

Kwon Taekjoo immediately unbuttoned his shirt and declared,

“Then I’ll go first.”

“Oh?”

Zhenya looked surprised, then readily stepped aside. Louise looked up at Kwon Taekjoo with a flushed face. It was her first time having sex with two men at once. Moreover, it was an unparalleled opportunity to engage with two handsome men whose physical conditions were far above average and whose styles were completely different. She didn’t know why Kwon Taekjoo, who had been as unyielding as a block of wood despite her repeated flirtations, had suddenly become aroused. She was simply thrilled at the thought that the stoic man had finally surrendered.

As he took off his shirt, Louise, as if she had been waiting, threw her arms around his neck. He picked her up and carried her to his bed. Gently placed, Louise pushed the cumbersome books onto the floor. Zhenya sat across from them, arms crossed, merely observing the scene.

Louise kissed Kwon Taekjoo’s earlobe, gently stroking his sturdy shoulder. She let her fingers glide over his smoothly sculpted collarbones and chest, one after another. It was a firm body, seamlessly toned in every part. Yet, his long limbs made him appear slender.

Louise, rolling her eyes and scrutinizing Kwon Taekjoo, suddenly took his Adam’s apple into her mouth. A sweet gasp escaped. Kwon Taekjoo quietly breathed in the sweet scent that brushed his nose. Then, he supported Louise’s waist and pressed her tightly against his abdomen. Brushing back her fallen hair behind her ear, he lightly bit and released her soft earlobe. Louise had already let out a heated moan, as if half-melted. He buried his lips in her flushed ear and whispered softly.

“You’ll regret pulling me in. I’m not very good with manners in this regard.”

“…Agh!”

Louise’s heated body was instantly flipped over. Her face was buried in the soft pillow, and only her lower body was raised. Kwon Taekjoo rubbed his already stiff penis against her infinitely soft underside. His penis, usually satisfied with masturbation, visibly pulsed with real skin scent. Louise’s spine became clearly defined. Louise grabbed Kwon Taekjoo’s thighs in anxiety and anticipation.

“Wait, agh…”

But before she could protest, his hard penis struck and penetrated her. Louise gasped at the brutal insertion with almost no foreplay. He pressed down her trembling white body, which encompassed his thick penis, and drove it all the way to the hilt. The wet sound of different skins rubbing against each other echoed.

Zhenya’s lips twisted upwards. Even he wouldn’t engage in sex so recklessly. If necessary, he would suck on her breasts and sufficiently loosen her bottom, waiting for the woman to become fully aroused. That was patience for the pleasure to come. It was also what differentiated human lovemaking from animal mating.

But Kwon Taekjoo skipped all those steps and focused solely on insertion itself. The woman, who had dreamt of exotic romance in such a mating, was helplessly crushed.

Kwon Taekjoo unilaterally drove Louise away. Sharp moans, mixed with pain and pleasure, erupted from Louise repeatedly. As his thrusts quickened, Kwon Taekjoo’s breathing became more fragmented. His brow had long since furrowed. His entire body quickly became drenched in sweat. His muscles, too, shone even more smoothly.

Zhenya tilted his glass and observed the scene. His gaze never left Kwon Taekjoo’s buttocks, which naturally tightened with each forceful thrust. What a spectacle it was, as the liquor went down easily.

The sound of Kwon Taekjoo grinding his teeth escaped. He lowered his head deeply and continued to thrust his hips. Even clenching his lips tightly, he couldn’t suppress the moans or the heavy breaths that burst forth. His glistening body twitched fluidly, then occasionally contracted sharply. Every subtle muscle tremor was visible. In a way, it seemed more like a sport than sex. Perhaps that’s why, from the middle, he forgot about drinking and immersed himself solely in the act unfolding before him.

A thick bead of sweat gleamed on Kwon Taekjoo’s tilted jaw. It looked as if it would yield a rich, salty taste if licked. Heat swirled in his endlessly dark eyes. His reddened eyes were quite alluring.